"Devon! Devon! Devon!..... Devon!" the red sword in Devon's hand kept calling out his name as Devon kept walking down the alley.
The red sword was annoying that Devon felt like throwing it somewhere. Though it could be said to be his fault as the red sword had fulfilled the end of his deal, and now it was his turn to give the red sword what it requested.
But Devon wasn't willing to give the red sword what he wanted. At least till he had dealt with that vicious woman and had left this alley.
The red sword which was in Devon's hand, shook its body several times, and when It found the opportunity, it flew out of Devon's grip. Devon didn't have any other choice than to stop his track as he stared at the sword which was hovering in his front.
