A legion of angels had come to greet us.
"They're here!"
"Take stance!!!"
The demon lords and their cronies behind me all got on their toes and prepared to take them on when I raised my hand and glared at them, forcing them to stand down.
"Don't move, don't attack. There's no need for any war here."
"I hope this is not just some dumb kid trying to talk things out."
"Like all 'uwa no violence, violence bad!'" Kinda stuff?"
These damned demons, were they also insulting me now?
"Just wait you little bastards, when it comes to fighting I'll make you cry blood."
I meant it. I was just holding on to the fights for now for the bigger fish. It didn't mean I didn't itch nonetheless.
The angels came closer. As they appeared, I noticed most of them were women.
"Return! Heathens!!" One of them said, and then started giggling. "Oh sorry, heathens sounds so pretentious."
"What do you plan to call them then, demons?"
"That sounds self serving."
"Yeah, it makes you sound narcissistic."
