I kicked, clawed, punched, and did anything I possibly could, to do any kind of damage on Astaroth. But being the demon king had its advantages and apparently it was that nothing seemed to faze him one bit.
“Nessa!”
I hear the boys, but I was just too panic stricken to acknowledge them at the moment. I gave Astaroth one good solid punch in the face. He stops momentarily and gives me a bone chilling glare. It caused me to stop struggling, since my mind and body froze in fear.
His whole demeanor changes as his skin turns that charcoal color, his two canines growing longer and more prominent, his nails sharpen and dig into my skin. I whimper at the pain he inflicted on my body.
It was like I couldn’t move anymore as we stared at each other. I
