Demonfall Script Instant

He reaches into the dirt and pulls up a rusted pistol—loaded with a single blessed bullet.

A —a six-winged silhouette with a porcelain mask—glides overhead. Its voice drips like honey and rust. DemonFall Script

They wanted a monster. They made one.

No. Your last chance.

He fires. The bullet cracks the Watcher’s mask. The angel shrieks and vanishes in a burst of white fire. He reaches into the dirt and pulls up

If you strike me down, the DemonFall completes. You become what you hate. DemonFall Script