Third Person's POV
He charged through the sky like a crimson comet of fury, streaking toward Ethan.
Ethan simply seemed like a blur of black wings, burnt flesh, and blood-spattered robes.
Seeing those wings, a deep and twisted hunger flared in Declan's chest.
This hunger was about the need to make him scream, to crush his spirit, and to pry the legendary flight magic out of his cold, broken body.
With that spell, he could defy fate and soar through the skies before ever reaching the Sky Realm, as that feat was what most demons only dreamed of.
His grin stretched wider and more feral while his eyes lit up with immense greed.
He intercepted Ethan mid-air in a brutal collision of wills and intent.
With his axe raised high, he slashed down in a savage and diagonal arc.
His huge muscles rippling and his teeth clenched in anticipation at the sensation of his axe cutting through this hated boy's flesh.
