Demon!NorwayxDemon!ReaderxDemon!Iceland- Pure Ch.3

No, this can't be happening...

   You look up at the Pure, thinking that you may have a chance at killing it. However, you notice that its cape has a glint to it. Platinum patterns are intricately placed upon the Pure's cape.

A hierarch!

   Killing the Pure is guaranteed to be practically impossible. A Pure in general is challenging enough, but a hierarch harnesses a type of power you hoped to never encounter.

Just you luck.

A pulse of adrenaline pumps through your veins as you swiftly grab you sword grab your sword and charge at the Pure. Your blade pierces its skin and punctures where it's liver would be.

"I give you credit for approaching the Royal Pure, mutt." The Pure speaks, his voice definitely male and emotionless.

Shit...

   And you thought that things couldn't get any worse.

The Royal Pure is the leader of the horrendous group of demons. It's power wields an unbelievable strength. You cannot escape this Pure.

He takes your sword by its hilt and slid it out of his body. The black blade begins to drop and melt, a puddle gathering on the floor, seeping into the wood.

You start to walk back as the liquid metal slithers towards you. It begins to take form to a snake, much like the Smoke, hissing and lashing out towards you.

Panicking, you run towards the trap door, only to have the metal snake launch itself at you, wrapping its body around your wrists and ankles. The metal immediately hardens and causes you to fall over.

As you struggle against your binds, the Royal Pure walks over to your restricted body, his white shoes softly padding against the wood.

"Kill me! End my existence! Like my parents! Like my sister!"

You beg and shriek words at the Pure who says nothing. He merely watches you flail.

"Your sister isn't dead, mutt. She is a Pure."