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Ryan smiled through crushed arms and destroyed legs. The Demons surrounding him looked at him with a much different gaze from the one they had used on his main body—they stared at Mark with greed and hope, but they stared at Ryan with a sense of dominance. 

These demons already had him in their hands, now, he had no other way than to listen to their bid. Or so they thought. Him panicking and shouting all that had made them think like that, at least.

Ryan sneered. "Or wait. I told you you shouldn't kill me, now I change my mind—kill me. Kill me and kill yourselves along with me."

They just stared at his bleeding self. Ryan smirked. They were people who could notice fear when there was fear, and deep down, he felt no fear anymore. They must have noticed it; no longer did they try to intimidate him.