“Alright sweetie, you’re going to tell me where these seraphim are or I’ll hurt your friends,” an average looking, if tall woman asked. Her brown and white hair pulled was pulled out the the way by a hair tie. Violet eyes pierced Lila's and turned her legs into limp noodles. wings protruded from the woman's back. They weren't fully extended and the white of the feathers practically glowed through the fog. Most of them were tipped with black though the outer most feathers were completely black.
Lila rubbed her face and blinked back tears. She was furious with herself for being caught off guard. “You think I care what happens to them?” she asked barely casting a glance their way. The woman took a moment to think and it was enough time for Lila to get her bearings back. As far as she could tell there was only this one supernatural being in front of her and the two they had been hunting father away. Lila contemplated screaming for help but thought better of it when the woman’s fingernails grew into sharp claws.
“I don’t think you care enough about them to keep them living, but they’d do quite a bit to keep you alive. Though I think if I started mutilating you, you might be more eager to cooperate,” she said trailing her claws down Lila’s neck to rest over her heart.