The matchstick man blinked its tiny eyes:
"Evil Demon? That's terrible, is this evil demon you're talking about scary?"
An ice crystal spread along Hewitt's fingertip, growing and forming a common tea cup shape, from which boiling hot tea continuously gushing out from the bottom of the cup.
The demon hunter took a sip of tea:
"Scary? This monster is evil, insane, dangerous, but not at all scary."
The matchstick man's eyes ignited in eerie green flames:
"But shouldn't evil things be frightening?"
Hewitt smiled:
"No, only strength warrants fear, and with all due respect, someone who lost to Odin and was turned into his toy can hardly be considered strong."
A shadow formed beneath the floating matchstick man.
The shadow began to twist and sway towards Hewitt's position, like an evil dragon extending its claws towards a little girl.
The matchstick man said:
