Slave To The Demon King
He slid his hands into his pockets as he frowned.
"You must think you're something, you must really think you are something." He continued to mutter to himself.
Delilah's smile broadened as she watched him stand in front of her. She must have known he was furious, just like other demons, Delilah fed off emotions. The most delicious one to her was rage…she fed on the rage of the people who surrounded her. He could tell his rage was really giving her joy and audacity.
"What?" She mumbled, spitting on the ground, blood splattered on the ground beside her bare feet.
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