The demon lord son live as a exorcist

The monster loomed over them, its grotesque limbs stretching unnaturally (CRACK… POP…). Its glowing eyes locked onto its prey, burning with something beyond hunger—pure malice.

A guttural growl rumbled from deep within its throat (GRRRRRRRRRR…) as its razor-sharp claws scraped against the ruined buildings (SCREEEEEECH!).

Ivan, Liza, and Noah braced themselves.

"Formation," Ivan commanded, his voice steady.

FWOOOOOM!

A barrier of light flickered into existence, forming a protective dome around them (ZZZZT!).

Liza quickly pulled out a vial filled with a strange, dark liquid (CLINK! SWISH!).

"If this thing is a wraith, my poison should slow it down."

Noah crouched low, his instincts sharp (TAP. TAP.).

"It's fast. Don't let it corner us."

The monster let out a piercing screech (REEEEEEEE!) and lunged.

BOOM!

Ivan reinforced the barrier (ZZZT! CRACK!).

Liza threw her poison (SWOOSH!).

Noah moved in to attack (DASH!).

But before they could even strike—

BANG!

A deafening gunshot tore through the battlefield (KRAKOOOM!).

The monster staggered.

A gaping hole ripped through its chest, tendrils of blackened energy sizzling from the wound (HISSSSS!). The sheer force of the impact sent its massive body reeling backward (THUD!).

Ivan, Liza, and Noah froze in confusion.

From above, a blur of movement (WHOOSH!).

A shadow leaped from a rooftop, spinning midair with practiced ease (FWIP! TAP TAP!).

A figure clad in dark, battle-worn clothing landed on the monster's back (THUMP!).

Another shot.

BOOM!

The creature exploded in half (SPLAT! FWOOOOOOSH!).

Its upper torso disintegrated, blackened flesh peeling away, while its lower half collapsed, twitching helplessly (THUD… SQUIRM…). The air filled with the stench of burnt wraith energy (SIZZLE… HISS…).

Ivan's barrier flickered out (BZZZT… POP!).

Liza lowered her vial (CLINK!).

Noah's eyes were wide with shock.

The boy landed effortlessly on the rooftop, casually spinning his gun before resting it on his shoulder (CLICK. SWISH.).

His mask-covered face made it impossible to read his expression, but his posture screamed confidence.

He tilted his head, grinning.

"What, were you guys about to fight that thing? Cute."

Silence.

Liza blinked.

"Did he just… one-shot that thing?"

Noah exhaled sharply (Huff… Huff…).

"What the hell just happened...?"

Ivan adjusted his glasses (SLIDE… GLINT!), still piecing things together.

The boy smirked, pointing his gun at them like a playful warning (CLICK!).

"So, what was it you wanted to ask me again?"

To Be Continued…