"No...no...no...", yelled the Devil, blasting away all the demons that were near him.
He banged his fists against the long table in anger. And I'm the blink of an eye, the table went flying across the hall like a small stone thrown in the air, crashing into demons flying and running to avert the attack.
"Jason, one of the demons, summoned up the courage to call; "Sire."
Before he knew it, the Devil appeared before him, lifting and squashing him by the throat.
"You dare call me!"
"No...no Sire. But... there's..."
Unable to say another word, struggling for freedom to breath, the Devil threw him with the force of a blast, making Jason crawl into a few demons before hitting the wall, leaving it with a massive crack.
No demon cared about his situation. They were all worrying for their lives. So, they all fought to keep a far distance from this angry Devil.
Jason had to complete his statement unless he wanted to victimize himself in being the Devil's practicing tool.
