The lightly armored demon woman certainly was a lot lighter than she appeared. The evil presence of her energy had reduced dramatically, even with such close proximity there was only a weak pulse that would extend from her, stubbornly she still hung on to life by that thread, clinging to that last inch of energy as it was all that was left that sustained her, like a mortal.. If she were conscious she would have been upset at this fact, but her mind barely registered it, her mind was too unfocused and foggy.

The sensation of weakness was so strange, although over the years she had sustained vast power, even at her weakest she could unleash powerful attacks with focus, even as her energy waned she'd spent so long being strong that it became natural. She couldn't believe this was how her life had turned out, at the mercy of a human, the demoness figured it was better than being in the hands of a fellow demon, even those neutral freaks of nature. She tried to deal with the thoughts swimming in her head.

Revenge was by far the most prominent, thoughts of destruction and vengeance ran rampant in her mind, she wanted so much to destroy all those who betrayed her. Her concerns over what would happen to her varied form dealing with angels to whatever the humans cooked up. She'd heard of some who used demons in strange magical experiments, which frankly ended in disaster half the time, foolish creatures, trying to mess with the dark energies of the demons. Foolish, idiotic humans..
So why did she even save one? She couldn't comprehend entirely. She didn't trust humans, demons or anything else with her safety, she'd spent her whole existence fending for herself..