"Not going to attack?" Anthony asked, his body leaning sideways against the wall. "Then stop putting on airs," he mused.
The Second Supreme Monarch gritted his teeth. He wanted to rip this foolish Human to shreds. He wanted to drink his blood, he wanted to eat his flesh, he wanted him to scream for mercy and beg for forgiveness.
But alas... delusional could only remain just that... delusions.
Besides, he knew that Anthony had half of his soul. Although he didn't know how, through the half of that soul, he knew Anthony transferred the pain and torture he dealt to the half he possessed to the other half that was within his own Demon body. And that pain was unbearable on every level. How was he supposed to find a soul-type treasure capable of restoring or protecting soul when he was nothing more than an S- Rank Demon?
