Bob looked around — the steel plated walls, the ceramic tiled floors and the massive throne at the end of the hall — and sighed. Armoured imps gathered around, aiming their spears and arrows at the party, and he yawned, "Is this the welcome party?"
"They look so cute!" Leslie chirped, staring at the little imps with her warm smile worn, and the imps bared their fangs at her. Seeing this, Leslie stepped back and hid behind Aquarius, "I will kill all of them by accident… I will terminate them in an instant…"
"Don't go thinking you can pull things of as the Demetus wolf could. Only with the absolution in destructive power from a demon can wreck an area." Apollo rolled his eyes and spun his spear, "The rule does not apply to me because I am the legendary genius of the—"
'It's Demetrius…'
