The demon raised a clawed hand, examining it as though bored.
"I should rip you apart just for insulting me with your presence. But no…" It paused, its grin widening further, teeth glinting in the dim light. "Perhaps I'll play with you first. Tear you apart piece by piece until you beg for mercy you'll never receive."
It tilted its head again, its glowing eyes locking onto Arthur's. "Or maybe I'll make an example of you. I'll paint this arena with your blood and let it serve as a reminder of who we are and what you are not."
From the way the demon's fiery gaze swept across the arena when he first spawned, its expression laced with confusion and disdain alongside its words, Arthur quickly realized something.
