"Little worms, just because you have a cup of strength, don't think you are worthy of my present. Normally I would have sliced you into ribbons but I was generous enough to let you draw breath" The demon spoke, with disgust evident within its voice.
Mat and Moulug were surprised when they heard the Demon speak their language, they didn't whisper when they spoke earlier. Moulug, not wanting to appear weak to the demon, stepped forth. Every step was calculated and intentional.
He stopped right in its face. "I was never the one to fear a little challenge. I don't see why I should start now. You want me to believe I was toiling away this past week for a fat greasy demon, I don't see myself agreed to that"
As he spoke, the demon started shaking in anger, for as long as it has been alive, no one has ever spoken to it like that, not even Demon Lord, and Demon Kings, so why is it being disrespected by a pesky human.
