"Damn humans, your soul is destined to belong to me, to the great Aston!" The Abyssal Demon let out a resentful roar as its evil body gave off a nauseating foam that gradually dispersed in the air.
Let's talk about that next time you come, Bartlett thought to himself.
He knew that if a devil was destroyed on any plane other than the Nine Hells, it wasn't really considered death - within some time, they would be reborn in Hell.
This was also a particularly annoying aspect of devils. You kill one, they are reborn in Hell with a memory of you, then they spend possibly years, decades, or even centuries plotting your or your descendants' downfall. They have all the time in the world, as most devils are immortal.
Fucking Everlasting Species, Bartlett cursed.
The greatsword of the Abyssal Demon was still lodged in Bartlett's chest and abdomen. The flames on the sword had extinguished with the demon's demise, revealing a dark red body that looked like blood amber.
