Damian had expected fear. Perhaps not terror, but at least some hesitation from the ancient Duke after finally revealing the power he had concealed from the Underworld. Instead, the shock across Dantalion's countless faces slowly transformed into something far more disturbing.
Excitement.
His eyes widened as his gaze traveled across Damian's armored body, lingering on the black flames and the crimson runes covering the greatsword.
A smile gradually stretched across his faces until his expression resembled that of a predator that had suddenly discovered its prey was carrying something far more valuable than expected.
"Lin Qui, you dog... So you are the one who did in Majin." Dantalion muttered, his smile growing larger with every passing moment.
Damian immediately felt something radiating from the Duke, something that had nothing to do with fear or hatred. It was desire, raw and overwhelming, and Damian recognized it instantly.
Greed.
