But it was only the beginning.
"What's it? You can't fight me head-on, Hadas? What happened to your thirty-second bluff?" Allen taunted, standing far behind Hadas.
It might become an endless battle, since both were immortals—and Hadas seemed to have no weakness apart from his hunger for his one delicacy, which he was presently receiving in abundance.
"Don't dare me," Hadas smirked as he turned, taking a step forward, his black garments swirling in accordance.
"Now you've left the same spot you vowed never to leave," Allen remarked with a sly grin, the air thick like fog, heavy with dark aura under the moonlight.
"Devils never vow. The fact that you're still living is only because I enjoy your company," Hadas grinned, his tone soaked with malice.
