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YES, FOR I AM MARKOTH. DESTOYER OF THE MORTALS. I DANCE ON THE BACKS OF THE WEAK AND LIVE IN THE PAINFUL CRIES OF THE--"
The Demon lord had been shaking his fist and shouting proudly, until stopped he was over-powered by a voice down from below. He set his eye on the insolent fool who dared to interupt his reverie, and his eyes widen a slit. "
YOU. WHO LET YOU OUT OF YOUR CAGE, BRAT?" The demon lord boomed, trying to appear snide and sure of himself, but he was a little uneasy. But why? He was a tower amongst the city, and his whole body could sprout flames from Hell. He easily pushed the uncertainty out of his mind and smirked. "
OH, I SEE. YOU THINK YOU'RE GUNNA BEAT ME, HUH? WELL THINK AGAIN, HALF-MORTAL. I AM THE SLAYER OF SOULS. I AM THE MURDERER OF MEN. I AM THE PAIN OF PERPETRAITORS. I AM THE SECRET WISH THAT YOUR ENEMIES HOLD FOR YOU--" He went on boastfully.
Lucy down on the ground just shook her head and rolled her eyes, then flipped a lesser demon who'd came to grab her over her shoulder.