“The death of a god weighs on my shoulder,.” There exists a long list of things Judas cannot stand. Among them are obnoxious demons and hypocrites. And while he didn’t realize it, Judas would often fall into either of those categories in the eyes of other’s, if not his own. The demon prince before him was obviously powerful, Judas could feel it radiating off him in waves, but it hardly worried him, “This tough guy, hell shit act doesn’t scare me.” He practically spits his words onto the ground between them, almost surprised their acidity doesn’t burn a hole through the ground at their feet. “Just cut the crap already, all I asked for was your name.”
While the act might not have scared him, there was no doubt about it that, Ky’lar might have gone through with the wrong route with this. If he said his name, there would be unknown consequences to his actions, but at the same time, it was more than likely better to keep it silent. More to the point, this wasn’t the time nor place to even think about revealing it ; the other might have known much, but the demon didn’t care —- not at the moment,
❝ —- As i’ve said before, i’m a friend. Nothing more or less. ❞
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