The Demon’s grip tightened considerably, driving more air out of my lungs. The Demon was heavier than it looked. I felt its weight on top of me as the Demon tried to strangle me to death. A voice in the back of my mind wondered why the Demon did not simply snap my neck like it did to the Guardian it killed, but I didn’t care. What I cared about was getting the Demon off me before it choked me to death.
My options were limited. No light meant no Constructs. Requiring a source of light for my powers to work was probably my single greatest weakness other than my condition. And I couldn’t even just create light with my flashlight, either, because the Demon had already broken it.
Instinctively, I kicked and felt my foot connect with something hard. It must have been part of the Demon because
