"How did you possess the pistols of Wren? That bastard of a Demon Hunter, Uh?"
Havoc took a step backwards. His eyes on the silver guns and fury against its bullets.
"So, you do know Wren?" Lucas smiled proudly, as he gave the pistols a good spin around.
"Who doesn't?" Havoc dropped his sword, "That man made…. History…"
Narrowing his eyes, Lucas realized the last sentence was pronounced with great hatred. All against the human, who stood for justice.
"It's impressive though, that demons recognize the weapons of their death"
"Easy for you to say, but I know the entire story of those pistols," Havoc began a story, although the other demons fought against Andreas, he wasn't distracted a bit.
"I won't mind listening to your boring tale" Lucas said, "And why do you want to tell me about Wren, when I already know a lot regarding him–"
