Familiarity Of The Illustration

"An onslaught?" Samantha's pupils constricted in shock, carefully absorbing the gravity of the story he told her. She felt a shiver course through her spine, summoning goosebumps on her tender skin. "That's… devastating."

"It is," Brian nodded solemnly, picking one of the hardcover books and flipping open to a particular page where an illustration was made. 

The vague picture depicted a defeated forest Fae, wings drooping in despair. 

The forest Fae was on her knees, head lowered in submission, whilst her golden-blonde hair cascaded down her back to the floor like sunlight, and before her stood a demon, whose weapon was pointed mercilessly at her fragile form. The way his dark eyes remained fixed on the Fae, Samantha didn't think she had seen anything more frightening than those oddly treacherous, but satisfying looks.