“You are still a demon! We would never…” one of them struggled within himself for a second, but his eyes burned with a fierce light and he shouted, “We would never serve a demon! Your kind must be wiped from the face of this—“ Mylos turned to the man, one of the living who suffocated under the debris movements ago and his gaze lifted to the chunk of rocks hovering over the man’s head, interrupting his speech, “Where is the God in whose name you would eradicate all demons, now?” The man stiffened up, his pupils dilating. “Tell me, young man who refused to serve a demon. I am heading out on a murdering spree now, and countless innocent people will die. How many do you think it would take before your God takes action against me?” Mylos questioned, keeping his hand stretched forth. “I-I don’t care! Serving a demon would never bring back the dead!” the man shouted at the top of his voice, his ink black eyes lit ablaze in a fierce flame, “To ease the hearts of the fallen humans, I, and