That's rude

"I'm sorry," Samael whispered, holding his breath as he welcomed his incoming doom. 

BOOGSH!

A powerful gust of wind exploded as soon as the demon's fist landed on its target. The ground cracked and in a blink of an eye, it broke, creating a deep hole. 

"Hahaha! I can't believe how disappointingly weak the chosen seed…" the demon trailed off as the large grin on his demonic face slowly faded. 

Meanwhile, Samael's eyes were not blinking. His eyes were dilated, fixed on the person's back that suddenly appeared before him. 

"Tilly…" came out a whisper. His lips were pale and trembling. Just now, Samael had seen the face of fear. If not for Tilly suddenly appearing in front of him, he was certain he would've died. 

The wind blew past Tilly's long, white hair. It made the bell around her hair ring in a slow sound. Her index was pressed against the demon's knuckle, which Samael noticed just now.