— Still, Leviathan POV —
Think, Leviathan, think! How do I survive this!? Hmm... let's wait and see. Right now, I've cut off all senses and can only see through the host's eyes. Also, my soul isn't that powerful anymore; this b*tch shouldn't be able to detect me.
"Is that guy dead yet?" I heard a voice—a human male voice. Seems like he's asking this b*tch.
Oi, b*tch, stop kicking the host's body already! He's not dead yet, but he's about to be! If he didn't have the physique of a demon, he would've already been dead! Stop it, damn it! Aren't you supposed to be a good guy here!?
"Oi, he's still breathing, isn't he?"
Uh-oh, that guy dared to use a commanding voice with this b*tch. He's about to feel some pain. Whoever he is, just remember not to piss off an archangel in your next life, especially this b*tch.
"Ah! My lord, don't worry. Even in this state, he could take a bullet to the head and survive."
