"How about you start talking, little fallen angel?" Vergil asked, a sinister smile twisting his face as he held the angel by the throat with crushing force. His hand wrapped around the fallen angel's neck like an iron shackle, threatening to snap it at any moment.
The fallen angel struggled, his hands gripping Vergil's wrist in a desperate attempt to break free. However, it was futile; the demon's strength was overwhelming.
"You think you can ignore me?" Vergil asked with irony, tilting his head slightly as he tightened his grip, making the man groan in pain. "Speak. Who do you work for, or... well, I have plenty of methods to get the truth out of you. None of them are pleasant."
The fallen angel gasped, his wings trembling as he tried hopelessly to break free. His voice finally came out, trembling and filled with fear. "I... I work for... for Lucian..."
