It took a long while, but after Jon finished naming every profanity in all the languages he knew under the confused stare of those present, he finally calmed himself long enough for Uriel to ask a question.
"Why do you think that?"
"It's not what I think, I know they can't be killed. Throughout my career I stumbled upon several places with mysterious writings no one can decipher. Well, that was at least until you managed to translate the carvings on the walls in Chichén Itzá that is. The problem is that even after you provided a translation not even our best specialist had been able to decipher the language..."
"That's because I lied, the carvings meant something similar, but I put it in other words."
"Cheeky bastard, I'd laugh, but you caused us a lot of trouble. Most of the Mapple corp. linguists that saw your translation thought you were just bullshitting and got lucky with the door."
