Don’t Push Your Luck

"You want me to kill you?". Acheros's neck twisted sideways wondering if he'd heard the words right. It wasn't like he'd tortured the demon for him to want to die, and if he so desperately wished to die - why couldn't he do it himself? Although his arms were bound, he could simply have bitten his tongue out and bled to death.

"Why?". Acheros wanted to confirm if the demon before him was merely trying to make him let his guard down by acting like he didn't care about life anymore. If he truly wanted to die, he should have charged at Igris. "Why can't you do it yourself?".

"I want it to be a quick death". He looked down at his foot. "You seem strong enough to slice my neck off with one move, so I beg of you...".