I just stood there, watching Malachi shame the demonic looking monkey with no limits.
Seeing how unhinged the monkey was, I didn't need to be told that there was history between them, and it must've been quite bad, for the usually jovial monkey to go this hard on someone..
"MALACHIIIIIII!!!!!!!"
The demonic looking ape roared, about to rush at us, when a clawed hand stopped him..
"Wait, Rothar!" The demon spoke up.
"Brother bale, don't stop me! Let me rip that filthy stoneborn's head off!"
"In due time, but first." The demon turned towards me, eyes squinting.
"Are you by chance, Dante Draven?" The demon asked.
"Oh? And how does filth like you know me?"
"You killed my brother and his friends during your excursion to the land of the damned."
"I've killed a few demons lately, you all look the same to me, I don't think I recall your filthy kin."
"I do not care for your remorse, I merely care for your life."
