The demon soldiers rushed toward Deiora's crumpled form, their voices overlapping in frantic concern.
"Lord Deiora! Are you alright?!"
"Lord Deiora, hold on—!"
Deiora's massive hand shot out, grabbing the nearest demon by the skull. His fingers tightened, and with a wet, sickening crunch, the demon's head collapsed inward like an overripe fruit. The body crumpled to the ground, twitching once before going still.
Deiora rose slowly, his gaze fixed on Adam with barely contained fury, his body trembling with the weight of his emotions.
"I don't like this."
He stepped over the fallen demon's body, his voice low and seething as he spoke.
"Your attitude, I find it extremely unpleasant."
The demon soldiers behind him didn't flinch, as one of their own being killed by their lord was nothing out of the ordinary. With unwavering loyalty, they spoke.
"Lord Deiora is right! Fighting with such underhanded tricks—!"
Another demon's voice rose in agreement.
