Deafening voices from the seven princes of Hell invaded my ear, as I calmly stir my morning tea. Complains after complains, I let them all pass by my ear.
"You very well know that he must be stopped! We can't have him running 'round like that especially now that he's in the mortal world!" Belbadrix slammed his fist on the table.
"This wouldn't happen if you watched your demons closely Calthorn! It is your fault!" Auldionin threw his glass right in front of Calthorn.
Calthorn caught it in his hand and broke it into pieces before throwing it to Geezlebub. "It is his fault!" he exaggerated.
I roamed my eyes around the demons on the table. Such a pity, they don't know how to control their emotions. I continued stirring my tea, and stopped the moment Felineon threw a knife at me. I closed my eyes, on the moment I opened them, the knife turned into purple petals.
"Do you really think that would work?"
