'Why is he here? Asmodeus has really taken it too far! To make the two of them fight each other like this!'
Rosalie shot an angry stare at the demon whose only reply was a careless shrug of the shoulders. He stretched his lips into a smug grin and said,
"Why do you look so angry, Rosalie? Did you really think that I would let go of your soul that easily? Come on, even the former Rosalie could not be this naive."
Asmodeus grabbed the duchess's chin with his left hand and forcefully turned her face in the direction of the unfolding scene, continuing,
"Now watch. Only one shall survive. Who will you be rooting for?"
Rosalie clenched her fists under the table, the scarlet blood trickled down her knees and disappeared in a mere second as if to hide the evidence of her enormous hurt.
"Why are you here? How can you even fight against me now?"
