"Good dogs don't bark." Makima hushed you, staring down at you with those golden eyes that bore into the back of your skull every single time you looked back into them.

You had gotten into an argument with him a few minutes ago, having quickly bursted into his office with no prior warning and begging him to leave your job. You couldn't do this anymore, being a Devil Hunter was too agonising and threatening, witnessing other people die in front of you almost daily was something you most definitely couldn't handle anymore. It was traumatic. However, he refused. He didn't want you to leave because he was using you, he needed you for his plan.

And if you refused? Well, he'd exterminate you as a Devil.

When you flinched under his eerie gaze, folding under the pressure and your own genuine fear of him, he smiled in content like everything was normal again. "Good, that's what I thought. You may leave now, I need a report from you tomorrow." He hummed almost too calmly. You just knew he wasn't human even if you couldn't directly prove it, and if you did… well, you'd be dead before you could even open your mouth.