He coughed painfully, blood running down his chin. He pressed into the wall for balance, face twisted in pain.
"How shitty is this...?" His half-open eyes pinned on us. "Bested by two women. This puts a stain on my reputation."
I still couldn't believe we got him like this. Athena was mostly the wild card who started this chaos; I just happened to lend a hand, yet here we are... him on the ground.
Shitty... indeed.
Athena pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead. "Who fucking sent you? I suggest you start speaking when I'm asking nicely..." She grinned. "The Devil won't... especially when he finds out you hurt his wife and sister. I can only imagine his rage. He rarely shows it, and when he does, words don't matter to him, only action."
For once, a flicker of fear drowned the man's eyes. The title of the Devil was what got him alarmed in the first place. It made me wonder what that name truly meant... in the Underworld.
