His little pitch wasnāt helping, in fact Malachi felt his annoyance with him growing the more he spoke.Ā āAnd who are you to say that, hm?ā A brow rose as he folded his hands behind his back.Ā
Clearly he was drawing this out and Malachi wasnāt having it. He drew closer to him, enclosing even, as he shortened the distance between them. His fingers wrapped around his neck, squeezing him.Ā āYou think this is funny? Iām sure youāll be having quite the laugh once I send you back to hell.ā
theĀ fearĀ ofĀ deathĀ wasĀ notĀ oneĀ thatĀ thisĀ littleĀ beastieĀ couldĀ comprehend ,Ā Ā Ā yetĀ asĀ malachiĀ stalksĀ closeĀ andĀ reachesĀ forĀ hisĀ neckĀ heĀ feelsĀ it ;Ā Ā Ā rushing,Ā Ā writhingĀ inĀ hisĀ breastĀ Ā . Ā Ā
anguishĀ isĀ present ,Ā Ā fearĀ too ,Ā Ā butĀ thereĀ isĀ submission thereĀ too .Ā Ā Ā rodrickĀ pullsĀ hisĀ headĀ backĀ andĀ allowsĀ itĀ toĀ happenĀ withoutĀ fussĀ . Ā Ā Ā Ā
āā Ā Ā Ā Ā noĀ Ā Ā āāāĀ Ā weĀ canĀ workĀ thisĀ outĀ !Ā Ā Ā Ā āā
āā Ā Ā thisĀ Ā isĀ Ā forĀ Ā allĀ Ā ofĀ Ā usĀ Ā āĀ Ā agkĀ !Ā Ā Ā Ā āā
This demon was trying very hard to save himself from his fate, how pathetic. He was like a worm in Malachiās grasp.Ā āI donāt think so, there is no negotiating to be done here. Your purpose is to rot and beg, not make bargains.ā His grip tightened around his throat.Ā āUnderstood?ā