"You're holding up pretty well," Michael remarked as he walked toward the demon he had spoken to earlier.
Surprisingly, he had managed to survive, but his condition was fatal.
His core was destroyed, and the only thing left of his entire body was the head.
"Piece of shit, you broke the contract!" the demon hissed, but Michael merely scoffed.
"What contract? I didn't sign anything."
"I took your blood, so you signed it by default," the demon announced, making Michael's brows furrow.
He definitely didn't remember being nicked.
However, while he was lost in his thoughts, the demon suddenly opened its mouth and shot out a sharp tongue which headed straight for Michael's heart.
Out of sheer disrespect, Michael didn't evade—letting the tongue destroy his heart until eventually, nothing was left.