Despite his joy, his lips twisted with each step forward.
He left shaky footsteps in his wake as a dazzling pain assaulted his bones and disgusting blood seeped from his wounds. Yet, his eyes remained fixed on the sandstorms and the chaotic noise of battle.
As he fought against the pain, Leraje's constant curses ceased, and the rage clouding his eyes receded. Instead, he scrutinised the shadow piercing the red sky, his lips curling into a vicious grin.
"I don't know what you planned when you kept me alive, but it's your last mistake!" He clenched his jaw, his voice cracking as he gave up all pride. "Let's strike a new deal, Baal! Give me enough power to crush this ant, and my services are yours for a thousand years!"
Adam grunted, raising Leraje's limbless body to eye level.
"Can't you just give up?" His arm moved, Chaosbringer glinting under the marquis' neck. "You could have enjoyed the demon realm's shitty air a little longer. A shame."
