Broken Family
Once things calmed down, Malius took charge and ordered up some fiends to clean up the mess I had made.
“I-I apologise on behalf of my comrades for showing such disrespect!”
He bowed down and shook, with sweat streaking down his face. I wanted to say I didn’t like this feeling of superiority I was feeling, but that would be a lie. I was starting to love it.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I patted him on the back, prompting him to straighten up and clear his throat.
“What now?”
I asked while awkwardly looking at the others. The cloaked one picked up the owl and attempted to help it stand while looking at me cautiously.
“Shall we head inside to talk? Higher ranked devils could try to interrupt us out here.”
Understanding his point, I shrugged and followed after him. We hurriedly headed into the shack, which was actually just an elevator that took us down while playing some godawful music for more than 5 minutes.
‘How long does this thing go?’