"Well, well," Ethan began, his voice a lazy drawl. "If it isn't the fallen angel and his pet project. How very sweet. Still trying to claw your way back to relevance, Darius? It's almost sad to watch."
Darius's expression was like granite. "I'd be careful, Decimus. Your own relevance is now solely tethered to a failing human. When he inevitably falls because of Melody, you'll be dragged back into the pit with him."
"A risk I'm willing to take," Ethan smirked, his eyes flicking to me. "Unlike you, I haven't pinned all my hopes on a broken little girl with daddy issues. She's your usual type. Tell me, Darius, does it sting? Knowing you're betting on another losing horse?"
His type?
Pinky and I stood there, trapped between the two ancient beings, as the argument devolved into a pissing match of cosmic proportions.
"Is that supposed to scare me?" Darius rolled his eyes.
