Damien paled further at his words. He wanted to speak, but Ceano ensured he couldn't, wielding the dark power of the seven-petal flower on his body that had authority over all else except Azazeal.
This bastard! He screamed in his mind. Ceano was running his mouth because his real body wasn't here! He was going to die because of him... He was going to face his doom due to this fucker!
What made Damien go crazy was the fact that there was no Realm of the Dead! So, if he died, he would cease to exist! And he was the one who destroyed that realm!
Kyle fixed his gaze on Ceano, unblinking.
"Ah, right. Your real body isn't here. That's why you are yapping so much. That's not fair. The others are dying, yet you are not. I should bring you here as well."