Demon Lord Dfraku

"So there's a large group of you people studying demonic arts and going around terrorising people and flaunting your newfound power?" 

"Y-yes, sir. Please spare me. I didn't think the demonic arts would affect my thoughts; please believe me, I didn't want to cause any harm." The young man pleaded, but Vasari could see no real atonement for his actions within his eyes. 

"Nah, just die." Vasari swung his blade down in a smooth motion, decapitating the young man with ease. Looking around and seeing the mess he made, Vasari cleaned everything up before helping the old man to his feet. 

"Sorry, mister, I don't have any healing pills to give you." Vasari apologised while straightening the old man's uniform.

"That's okay, young man. Helping me get rid of those no-good hooligans is more than enough." 

Vasari smiled before taking out a handful of Mana Stones and placing it into the old man's hands. "At least take this for the broken glass and plates."