Avilia ignored the kittens cries for help and continued slowly walking in its direction as all she saw was a slab of meat that knew too much information for its own good, almost reverting back to her demon lord instincts that consumed anything and everything around her with her aura, and her piercing gaze that was 10 times worse than any hell imaginable to stare at, making it feel like its spirit was being forcefully torn and ripped apart from the inside, not to mention it's inner instinct almost programmed in its being screaming at it with every morsel of its existence to get the hell out using any way possible.
"Talk, you filthy mongrel, talk now if you know what is good for you…"
