Jason's POV.
"What are you doing here?" I seethed through gritted teeth.
"To congratulate you of course. You killed my puppet so now, we're even." He smirked at me as he spoke. His face was contorted into an almost maniacal look with his lips curled up in a malicious sneer.
"I killed your mother and you killed a demon I created so -" He paused for dramatic effect. "We're even."
"You dare compare the life you took from my mother to that soul-sucking demon?!" My fists were balled at my sides tightly enough for them to turn white.
He merely scoffed in reply. "I'm not here to trade words with you, I just want to ask some questions." I could hear the smugness in his tone. The way he held himself made him appear more like a predator preparing its prey. But unlike any other predatory animal, this one was far too proud.
