The bound demon didn't know what those words meant, but when he caught a glimpse of Lantis at the back, the grand demon was already smiling. Before the enemy could do something, he felt his entirety ripping into pieces. He died in an instant as his blood splattered on the plate behind him. All trajectories were toward the plate; nothing splashed on June. Even the pool on the glass flowed away from his shoes.
June wasn't surprised; neither did he flinch when Lucirien crushed the bound demon. With the plate in front of him painted black from the strange liquid that came from the demon's body, June used the blade to write on it.
[Face me, Jonathan.]
The goo evaporated at the touch of the blade, letting the message stay despite the thickness pulling the goo down to the glass floor. The human stepped away from the plate and smiled at the imps staring at him. "Can they have that extra? Just don't erase what I wrote."
