RP 1- Wounded

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The french incubus was being torment by other demons again. Other, much stronger, demon. Francis was simply resting in a forest when the three of them showed up. They kept hissing at him, 'How can you be a real demon?' and 'You're too nice.' 'You're not even trying to fight back~!' Which was completely far from the truth.
He did try to fight back as the other demons clawed at his flesh, tearing apart his wings, and roughly yanking on his tail, causing some of the bones in there to dislocated. He tried to lash out at them, possibly scratch or tear at them as well, but to no avail, seeing as one of them got behind him and kicked his legs out from under him. Now on all fours, the three demons continued their sadistic fun by kicking him until they heard his bones crack and break. They knew he wouldn't disappear and heal from this eventually, so it was all good fun to them. All the while, the incubus screamed in agony from the start.
Then the leader of the small group thought of something extremely terrible. Kicking Francis once more onto his side, the demon stomped on the middle of Francis' back to steady him, as he ever so slowly began to rip a wing from it. First the bones cracked and dislodged from each other, then the tendons and muscles and finally the skin. And all Francis was able to do was scream his lungs out, not even being able to move at this point, hoping that someone would come to his aid. Ripping out the wing with a sadistic laugh, the leader tossed it aside and decided that it was enough fun for the night and left with the other two. All the while the incubus was left lying there to suffer in a pool of his own blood, crying, panting, whimpering, and slowly slipping into unconsciousness.
That's when you step into the clearing. You had heard someone screaming in the woods and decided to investigate, only to stubble upon a demon on the ground.
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Matthew's eyes widened at the sight, scurrying over. "M-Merde...! The hell happened...1?" He searched around for anything to use to help, not being able t find anything. He took off the jacket he was wearing t have hi his wings on the way here, and pressing it against the wounds.