Let's play a little Russian Roulette
It was as if the sky had suddenly decided to shine green instead of the yellow rays of the sun.
It was practically unbelievable, yet he was seeing it.
He was seeing it right before his eyes.
The kind of torture Lenny had gone through could have made any organic lesser demon repent of their ways.
Cuban was a descendant of a royal family. He was also a blood demon, to add to that equation.
This meant that the things he had done to Lenny were practically out of this world, and yet, in all these things, the first word that came from Lenny's mouth was NO!
Cuban walked forward.
His hooves stamped hard at the ground as he advanced towards Lenny in obvious anger.
Cuban grabbed Lenny by the chest, fingers sinking into his breast as he lifted him up by the skin of his burnt chest.