He chuckled again, dark and distorted, a sound that made Juer'lo's chest ache just from hearing it. "…But still, it's really annoying… it's what's protecting them. And those fools don't even realise! Haha!"
The high demon clicked his tongue, an ugly, sharp sound that cut through the air. The smoke rippled faintly with the gesture, and the oppressive weight in the air seemed to double.
"It's frustrating," he muttered, almost growling now. "So very frustrating. If not for that cursed interference, the invasion would already be complete. Earth would have been ours."
The red glow of his eyes dimmed, then brightened, like an ember catching fresh air, pulsing with irritation. He continued to mumble under his breath, his voice low and raw, dripping with resentment.
"Damn it all… damn that wretched [Apocalypse]… damn the protections… damn the delays. The others are impatient, why do I have to even deal with this… tsk. Time, time, always time. Always waiting. Always restrained."
