Worthy

You were one of the many demons that plague humanity with your very existence. No, of course, people have suffered a lot from the consequences of your actions, but hey, does it really matter that much?

Anyway, it wasn't that important right now. You were running through narrow alleys, hiding from a damn mercenary who was on your trail. It seemed that luck was on your side, but exactly until your pursuer jumped out from around the corner, almost winding you on a chainsaw sticking out of his hand. You narrowly avoided it by swerving to the side, but it didn't save you from falling. All you managed to do was jump to your feet before being pinned against the wall by a cheeky young man.

"Gotcha!"