The Furious Demon

Third Person's POV

His scoff was weirdly loud in the pub's sudden quiet state and the demon glared at him with hatred and viciousness in his eyes while the others looked at the demon with secret mocking grins. 

The old demon gave a faint knowing grin in response.

"No biggies, Declan," he said as he rolled a shiny gold coin between his fingers.

"As long as you understand."

Something passed between them, like a subtle exchange hidden behind words. Leon's smile tugged higher as if he expected more from Declan.

Meanwhile, Ethan's thoughts raced as he pieced the sudden change in the atmosphere.

So, he is not just a brainless brute after all.

He had pegged Declan as another arrogant musclehead, but this display of sudden self-control hinted at something deeper and perhaps more dangerous.

Ethan was not the one to underestimate an enemy regardless of its strength or intelligence.