"Pride… you came."
Samael held his breath, gazing at the black creature hanging over the marble table before Zero and that other person. A huge shackle that was attached to the towering pillars was binding its wrist. It had a huge, inflated body. Its skin was smooth and shiny as if it was covered with oils.
Samael didn't know whether it was alive or unconscious or just dead. Its thick lips were curled up, after all. However, it wasn't moving, nor did it seem like it was breathing.
'I could've sworn it wasn't here moments ago,' was what crossed his mind, wide-eyed. 'What the hell…?'
"Ha… ha ha ha…"
Samael's irises went wider as he heard a wave of evil chuckles in his head. He glanced at Zero and the other person's figure, and much to his dismay, they were still conversing.
"What the hell?" he whispered, lifting his eyes to the demon again.
