You are one of the leaders of the legion, once a fallen angel. You were with Avadon and Satan when it became clear that the little slave had killed his master, Fatty Gurun.

— Such insolence should not be left unanswered... — Avadon said, folding his arms across his chest.

Satan hurled a dagger, severing the chain around Yarkh's neck. He smiled a predatory smile. He was slightly surprised that such a small slave could kill his master...

— Let's see if the rat has the strength to become a beast... — Satan grinned.

Yarkh looked up at the three of you with his frightened gaze. It seemed that the little demon himself did not understand how he had the strength to defeat his master. He was surprised by everything that was happening now.