“Your agony, it’s quite sweet.”

Tibalt said with the corners of his lips easing into a sinister smile, taking his dagger out of the sheath and slinking toward you.

“You know so many are meddlers but you of the bunch seem quite spirited, it’s nice when someone has that…so I can break it overtime.”

The half devil cackled and showed his rows of sharp teeth, cocking his head to the side in amusement.

“But maybe if you beg for your life, I might consider on letting you go…”