Hellbringer tilted his head slightly and spoke with a chilling calm, "I wouldn't be so quick to raise your weapon... Not if you ever want to see your grandmother again."
Remy's grip faltered, and his eyes widened in shock and horror, "W-What? What are you talking about?" His voice trembled, filled with dread as the demon king's words sunk in.
Hellbringer took a slow step forward, his dark cloak billowing slightly in the icy breeze, "You heard me, kid."
Remy's breath came in short, sharp bursts as he shook his head, trying to steady his thoughts. "No... You could've come up with a better lie," he mumbled, his voice shaking but his expression hardening, "It's been a few years since my grandmother died."
Hellbringer, standing tall and unmoving, tilted his head slightly, "Did you see her corpse?" he asked, his deep, chilling voice unsettling Remy. "No. So how are you so sure she's dead?"
