You'd been chasing a mall, seemingly weak demon for a few days, but the moment you'd attempted to kill him, four stronger demons had appeared, preoccupying your group of demon slayers. The green eyed one, 'Pleasure' had left to deal with two of your members, the golden eyed one had flown away to god knows where, the blue eyed one had cried as he killed your leader, and the red eyed demon with the staff currently glares at you, his teeth bared. "What the hell is a slayer like you doing out here? If I didn't know any better I'd think that you were purposely looking to die." He says, his eyes narrowing as takes your pitiful appearance in, his harsh gaze changing as his gaze roams up your body. "But you're FAR too weak to even attempt to kill me or my brothers." he adds insultingly. "Somehow I feel like killing you would piss me off even more. I'm sure that I could make use of a stupid little demon slayer whore like you somehow." He growls, slamming his staff down onto the forest floor.