"Malphas," Lucifer snapped his fingers and his servant quickly trotted toward their side. If there was a way for Malphas to voice out his opinion at this moment, he would say how difficult it is to breathe with the two High Demon in a stifle place like a cave. Why does the prince of Hell live in a cave, anyway? Even his Lord would like castle better than cave. How poor of a taste.
"Why do I feel like your servant is blathering impudent words from his mind?" Leviathan suddenly spoke and Malphas felt his heart leaped.
He carefully threaded his eyes toward his master. Well, indeed earlier Lucifer had tried to sell him to the shadows earlier as a pet food but just maybe this time he won't do it?
"That's his bad habit. If you are offended, you can turn him to pet food again. I won't mind it," Lucifer's words were akin to a sharp blade cutting the string of blade on a guillotine.
