Resistance is Futile

"Oh, the heavyweight did not come in, what a pity," Asmoday on the side let out a playful laugh, and at the same time, looked a little disappointed.

Regina has been anxious for a while now and glanced at him curiously. 

"Who are you talking about, my Lord?"

The devil's lips twisted in a tempting manner as his eyes, the color of blood, gazed straight to the wall as if he could see through it, following the movements of the person outside. 

"A monster in the shape of a human," he said.

Regina does not seem to understand his vague words, not until Haagenti interjects.

"It's that man whom Farren fought." 

At that moment, he was also looking in the same direction as Asmoday with interest gleaming in his bloody irises, itching to stand up and face the man himself. But he can't do that, their existence should remain hidden. Well, for now. 

The queen blinked, "Lukas? He's here too?"