"I SHOULD have ripped that foul mouth of yours apart, you pathetic old bastard," Drystan said angrily as he followed the Ancient Devil to the balcony. "I was curious as to what you wanted to say so I let you talk. Had I known you'd be spouting nonsense, then I would have beaten you to a pulp."
"We both know you can't beat me to a pulp," the Ancient Devil said, obviously in a sour mood. "This is getting boring now."
[Ah, there it is.]
Drystan recognized the Ancient Devil's empty eyes even though the old bastard was using a different shell now.
[That's the look of someone who has already lost his purpose in life.]
Tsk.
"Hey, if you're so bored out of your mind, then why don't you just tell me how to kill you?" Drystan asked. He was dead serious. "I'll happily put you to eternal rest. Since you're a bastard who committed heinous crimes, I'm sure your soul will end up under my custody."
