The demon honestly didn't care about the weapon in her hand. Well, he didn't care until it plunged into him. With that touch, he felt his grasp on reality suddenly pull out from under him and found himself without the power to keep his physical form.

One last roar, not one of pain but of despair, left his lips. "Who knew a weapon like that would be in the possession of a mere mortal?!"

The moment the words left his lips, he exploded into a mist of blood, the very material that made up his form on the material plane.