Arrogantus and Furios exchanged glances. The smirk on Arrogantus's face faltered, and Furios's casual posture stiffened ever so slightly. The mention of the Abyss Prison had a way of doing that—it wasn't a threat to be taken lightly, even by the leader Arrogantus of the Seven Deadly Sins.
"Ten minutes," Lucifer repeated, his voice sharp and commanding, reverberating like a thunderclap. His purple eyes gleamed with an intensity, and his wings stretched wide, casting long shadows over the area. "If the slaughter doesn't stop, I will personally drag you into the abyss. And believe me, I will enjoy every second of it."
Arrogantus's bravado faltered further, though he tried to keep his composure. "My lord," he began, his tone attempting to sound amused but laced with unease, "surely you wouldn't send your most loyal follower to such a place over... this? A little misunderstanding? It isn't even that much, Right Furios."
