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The demon had pale light blue skin and appendages, which were typical of his kind. He also had horns and a tail, but lacked wings.
His clothing consisted of baggy cargo pants that seemed to be from the human realm, and he only wore shoes and trousers. The pants had a look about them that suggested he had picked them up from a thrift store or some other second-hand source.
Asmodea took note of these details as she prepared to engage in battle with the Pride demon. She knew that demons of Pride were notoriously difficult to defeat, but she was confident in her own abilities and those of her allies.
Ruby was still engaged in battle with her fallen angel foe, but Asmodea knew that they would join forces once Ruby emerged victorious. For now, she focused on the task at hand, ready to face off against the Pride demon and emerge victorious.
The Pride demon's body was not only adorned with his unique blue skin but also with an array of intricate tattoos that covered his flesh.
The tattoos were exquisitely painted, each one displaying remarkable detail that would make any painter envious.
Despite his lack of clothing, the demon had no apparent weapons on his person, relying solely on his bare hands as his weapon of choice.
"And what may your name be, nice sir?" Asmodea, recognizing the Pride demon's authority, decided to take a more submissive approach and asked for his name.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours," In response, the demon demanded that she reveal her name first before he would provide his own. It was clear that he had no intention of giving any information away freely, as if he were toying with her.
Asmodea's irritation grew as Reginald continued to act superior, and she struggled to keep her frustration in check.
Despite this, she managed to maintain her composure as she introduced herself, hoping to establish a more respectful tone in the conversation.
Reginald, however, showed no interest in reciprocating, scoffing at her request and dismissing her with his arrogant tone.
Asmodea gritted her teeth, feeling her anger rise at his disrespectful behavior towards Sitri, who lay unconscious beneath his foot. "Now, I urge... No, I demand that you remove your three times cursed foot off the Daughter of Sin," she said firmly, her eyes narrowing with anger.
She could not stand the sight of someone treating her fellow demon so callously, especially when they were in such a vulnerable state.
Reginald, however, appeared unfazed by Asmodea's demand, continuing to gaze down at Sitri with disdain. "And why, pray tell, should I do that?" he asked, clearly amused by Asmodea's outrage. "I don't see any reason why I should take orders from the likes of you."
Asmodea bristled at his words, struggling to contain her rage as she realized that she would have to take matters into her own hands. With a snarl, she charged at Reginald, her body twisting and contorting as she prepared to launch a powerful attack. "You'll pay for your insolence, Reginald!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the air as she launched herself at her opponent.
Reginald tilted his head in confusion, not understanding Asmodea's request. "Why, what in the name of all that is holy do you mean?" he asked. "I mean, yes, I've got my foot on a piece of rubbish that wouldn't even be able to survive a straightforward sneak assault, but mind you, I've got my foot on it. I seriously doubt that the garbage that is underneath me is a genuine member of the Daughters of Lust."
Asmodea glared at Reginald, feeling a surge of anger at his disrespectful attitude towards Sitri. "You have no right to disrespect the Daughter of Sin," she replied sternly. "Sitri is a skilled warrior, and I have no doubt that she could defeat you in open combat."
Reginald chuckled at her words, clearly amused by her confidence. "Do not even believe for a second that you can expect to equal Sitri in open combat, much less combat me," he retorted arrogantly.
Asmodea bristled at his words, feeling her blood boil. "You underestimate us," she replied, her voice firm. "We are not to be taken lightly."
Worm, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up. "If you're so confident in your abilities, then why don't you prove it?" he said, his voice laced with challenge.
Asmodea was taken aback by Reginald's callousness towards Sitri's condition. "You just insulted that piece of garbage underneath me, didn't you? Technically. Oh my goodness, all I did was inject a small amount of poison into her, and then all of a sudden... SLUMP! She lowers herself till she is on the ground." Reginald exclaimed, appalled at his lack of concern for Sitri's wellbeing.
Reginald nonchalantly admitted to injecting a small amount of poison into Sitri, causing her to slump to the ground. Asmodea couldn't believe it, wondering what kind of poison he had used and whether it was lethal or not.
She also wondered if he had a remedy for the poison in case it became necessary. Asmodea knew she needed to exercise caution around Reginald, as he was clearly capable of inflicting harm.
Asmodea's mind raced as she tried to figure out how Reginald had managed to inject Sitri with the poison.
She knew that Sitri was a skilled fighter and would not have allowed someone to get close enough to administer a poison without a fight.
Asmodea couldn't help but wonder how Reginald had managed to sneak up on Sitri and inject her without her noticing. She made a mental note to be on the lookout for any similar tactics in the future.
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