For a moment, an almost complicit silence formed… and was soon swallowed by a wave of muffled laughter, tense whispers and wide-eyed looks. The kind of humor that only appears when fear goes hand in hand with shock.
The demons around began to laugh. Some laughed out loud, others just watched, waiting for the first move — like dogs sniffing out a fight.
Vergil lowered his body slightly, as if he wanted to get a better look at the muscular man's face through the shadow that now covered his expression.
"Things are going to stink for you, you know?" he said in a lower, almost friendly tone, as if giving a sincere warning before the massacre.
His smile was no longer a provocation. It was an omen.
"Is the Princess. Upset.?" he replied Vergil.
