text: You pump your muscles and start running back to the city walls. She follows you like a hawk, soaring above you with her wings. Once she’s directly above she swoops in. Too late though as you bolt through the city entrance. You keep running straight and dive into a nearby bush. You stop breathing and don’t dare move. You can sense that she is nearby, but she doesn’t seem to be trying to kill you anymore. Instead, you hear screaming in a nearby house followed by laughing.
  
  
  Curiosity gets the better of you and you peak out from the bushes. You spot her in a house cornering a family. You know demons are monsters, but what benefit is there to killing innocent children and their parents? It’s senseless, what’s the point of destruction for destruction sake? You continue starring at her as she slashes the throat of presumably a father. But for some reason, she does not kill him.
  
  
  What she does is much worse. She leaves him alive to watch as she sends a ball of red energy at the children. It renders them into ash, not giving them a chance to scream. You curse at yourself for indirectly causing this. Why did you listen to a demon anyways? You keep watching in nervous anticipation of her killing the father. Instead, she just leaves. What cruelty propels such an atrocious action? This man has lost all that’s dear to him, and she left him alive.
  
  
  You stay in the bushes as she goes from house to house committing similar acts of violence. There must be a stop to the madness. You gather the courage to leave your bush haven. You dash away back to your home and fling the door open. Your immediately reaction is to get your sword and leather armor to slay the demon. Yet, the logical side of your mind tells you that’s suicide. There's another way, although you don’t want to admit it. What if you got drunk and contacted Catia to save your city? She saved your life before, maybe she can do it again?
  > You contact Catia
  How could you possibly save your city and survive? As much as you don’t want to admit it, you can’t win without some help. You sprint to the drunk tortoise tavern (which luckily is on the opposite side of the city that is being terrorized) and bust through the door. It’s completely empty aside from a single person.
  
  
  “Long time no see bud.”
  
  
  It’s Greg, he has bright red cheeks and is swaying slightly.
  
  
  “Why are you still here? There’s a demon on a murder rampage outside!”
  
  
  He chuckles then says,
  
  
  “Sometimes you don’t want to be saved. I’m staying here and if I die, so be it.”
  
  
  “Well let me join you,” you say with no intention of sitting around to die.
  
  
  You and Greg sit together and talk about all sorts of things while drinking. This isn’t like the before, when the conversation revolved around meaningless hypotheticals. You delve into some deep shit in a relatively short amount of time. You talk about politics, the meaning of life, and what happens after you die. While this is all going on, the demon continues massacring your entire city. Oops, looks like getting drunk has made you forget your priorities. When the realization dawns on you after a few drinks, you waste no time in shouting,
  
  
  “Catia!”
  
  
  Greg squints at you, clearly remembering the name from the last time you talked. This look of curiosity turns into horror as a swirling red cloud appears in front of you. Catia stands before you but looks much different than before. Unlike her human-like form, she has dark red skin and humongous bat wings.
  
  
  “You call me once again, how pathetic are you?”
  
  
  This question strikes you with surprise as it’s the first time she has shown open hostility towards you. Greg on the other hand begins laughing, then says,
  
  
  “Is this the demon that’s been destroying the city? Man, I thought it would be at least a little bigger than that. I know it's rich coming from me, but damn how can something as small as that destroy the city?”
  
  
  “Shut up already Greg! This isn’t the demon that’s been attacking the city.”
  
  
  Greg looks at you in confusion as Catia speaks up,
  
  
  “He's right you know, I haven’t killed a single person in weeks. That is, until now.”
  
  
  Catia takes to the air and flies towards Greg. His drunken state makes him slow to react as Catia rips his throat out. Blood sprays everywhere like a broken faucet.
  
  
  “Who’s the small one now, bitch?”
  
  
  “Jeez I know he was asking for it, but you didn’t have to kill him.”
  
  
  Catia turns her head towards you and shows no remorse. Her pupils have shrunk, giving her eyes a milk white appearance.
  
  
  “This is all your fault, why couldn’t you have just listened to Aria?”
  
  
  She advances towards you, snarling like a wild beast.
  
  
  “Wait just a second I didn’t have a chance—“
  
  
  And you didn’t have a chance to finish that sentence either as Catia pulls your throat off your body like a soldier grabs a sword off a rack. You die in a puddle of mixed, throat extracted, blood.