Samael

The powder from our arquebuses had already dispatched their first line, but their treacherous demon, incarnated in a form of angelic purity, had already reached the wounded. With a single touch from her, their hideous barbarians with their furious blades rose to their feet, instantaneously cured, their flesh repaired. In my haste, I took the head of the charge, convinced that it was essential to defeat the evil female. But then another... Another one appeared. He seemed to descend straight from their accursed sky of ashes. Upon seeing him, the damned ones energy seemed to double, and behind me, my men were being chopped to pieces. Their dying cries were uttered in three languages, but not one of them survived.