Impure

Our clothes are mud-slathered and sopping wet, and our heaving panting echoes throughout the pitch black room. That's when I realize - Jeanne and Alexa are locked downstairs and busy guarding the perfume bottle of holy water, and the twins are outside standing guard. I hold my breath - still, the panting echoes throughout the room, bouncing off of the walls, making it quickly to my horrified ears. If it's not my friends, then who is it...? I ready my deer-horn knives at my sides, and listen. The panting does not cease. I feel around in the darkness with my left-hand deer horn knife, and my entire arm is consumned into the darkness. No, this is no normal dark. It's the pitch blackness that can only be created by a level 5 demon or higher. I gulp - I've only ever faced lower than a level three demon. Shaking, I turn around, circling and circling, in complete disbelief. I keep my stiff arms up under my chin, gripping onto my deer horn knives for dear life. I'm not going to die here. I don't even know what to say to this demon, but I've got to say something soon, or I'm dead.
"Hey!" I scream, tossing aside my fear and grabbing onto the rage instead. "Get out here and stop being a coward!"
I hear nothing.
"Hey!" I call again, louder this time. Before I can finish, a soothing, sweet, feminine voice enters from the corner.
"Are you... human?" I turn to her, not fooled. Demons always lie, pretend to be something you can relate to - and besides, the girl is sitting in the darkness, but not consumed like any other normal human. I walk over to the girl, though, putting on my best "fool" act.
I sit down in front of her, not answering. I thrust my blade against her throat, putting my knee into her gut. She screams, "human" skin burning. These are not just any knives - they were an angel's, long ago. Havig a spirit and story similar to that angel, these weapons have come to me. And being so blessed, the weapons can burn the skin of any demon within seconds. The familiar hissing noise of burning demon flesh fills the room and the darkness thickens, thins, thickens, thins until it is gone. It's just normal dark, and the girl that was once there is now a creature of the shadows, the Hellfire in its mouth flickering, flickering, blowing itself out. Gone. I stand up and look around. On the floor behind me is a glowing purple-black blade. I touch it, and it shatters into several shards of purple and black spider-webbed metal, dissapearing into thin air.
The door slams open behind me, and I spin around, ready to throw my deer knives, but stop when I see Jeanne and Alexa back above ground, with horror-strucken looks planted on their faces. It must have seeped onto mine, because they look even more worried and Alexa runs forward, grabbing my arm, and pulling something out of her pocket. Something shattered. A perfume bottle.