Song recommendation: Teeth— 5 second of summer.
The death angels' eyes narrowed at him and the words he had spoken. One of them begin to laugh with their hoarse voice which sounded almost screechy. "You don't seem to understand, demon. You have died. You are no longer in power like you used to be before. With those shackles on your wrists and ankles, I doubt even Satan will ever be able to release himself from it."
Ian looked at his hands. With his knees on the ground, both his hands had been bound apart. The place around him was dark but not enough for he still able to see the figure of the three cloaked men.
"I see, so the stubborn grumpy old man could not but surely there must have been someone who had tried it before?" Ian casually questioned.
"Never," answered the second one who stood on his left side.
