Cracks spread along the stone hammer as Malachi applied more force to his grip.
Andromalius abandoned the recovery of his weapon and took to the air instead.
In the eyes of his underlings, it looked like he was planning to launch a greater, more destructive attack than before.
"Let him have it, boss!"
"Show that pretty bastard not to underestimate Hell's royalty!"
"Eat his heart!"
'Andy' was gradually becoming drunk on the jubilation of the crowd.
He did not need any more motivation to kill Malachi after how he was treated earlier.
Being subjected to the angsty attitude of some upstart demon who hadn't even eaten his first soul yet was utterly laughable.
In his hubris, he began taunting the very man who only moments ago had inspired him to act with caution.
"You caught me by surprise at first! I should have anticipated that you'd be a little bit stronger than the rest of the rabble-"
All Andromalius saw was a blur, and then pitch black.
