A Lower Demon (1)

The Blood Demon, Azrakel, slapped its face with a loud, mocking sigh. It mumbled, "You don't even pique my interest anymore. At first, I thought you'd be someone with a daring personality. So, this is who you really are? I can't believe I'm standing here just for a wimp like you."

Seung watched closely. He wasn't only focused on Azrakel but also on old man Peljidiin—his eyes locked on one, while he kept a sideways gaze on the other.

He thought, 'He's still under their control. He could do something unpredictable... so I need to stay cautious.'

Azrakel's eyes flashed open with dark amusement, its shoulders loosening as it let out a grim smile, one that revealed the true nature of the creature. "But... aren't I the one benefiting from this? A minute effort to wipe out these lads, and I'll get a direct acknowledgment from His Lordship!"

It spread its arms wide, its face tilting upwards into a wide, unnerving grin.