“When given just a little bit of power, they become like wild animals.” Mylos held his chin, a cold gleam in his eyes as he observed them battle against the invading demons, “Your demon army was a bit too ill prepared. All you did, Plethora, was feed me the necessary tool for my plan.” “Your plan?” she questioned through gritted teeth, glaring fiercely at a casual Lisa. The hatred in her gaze could burn down an entire building! If Plethora knew how dangerous this woman was, then she would have targeted her first instead of Mylos… ill preparation, yes. “After St. Mariana, there is one more church I will need to visit before House El Meta, right?” The smile on his face grew as he turned around, circling Plethora with his hands clasped behind his back, and his chin held, “Do you think those are the only churches in this city? Can I destroy them alone?” “Get to the point!” Plethora barked as Mylos stopped with his back turned to her, his long black and purple accented hair flowed in t