Jaquer adjusted 'little' Venor against his body and started climbing on the bird's feather.
While on the other hand Venor's rested his head on Jaquer's shoulder and clasped his hands tightly against Jaquer's shoulder.
The little demon rested his head on Jaquer's shoulder, while his warm breath tickled the hunter.
"Can you stop breathing against my neck?" Jaquer commented, contradictingly huffing himself due to lack of breath from the labor.
But Venor was already senseless and Jaquer considered himself a fool to be talking with a senseless monster.
Behind him, Gayter tagged along, with near dead expression.
The poor demon who just needed to excercise his finger, and skip his leg work, found it extremely difficult to cope up with the hunters.
He couldn't understand why devil remained as statue before the lava, why won't he attack these little brats?
Thousands of questions lingered in his mind d slowered his pace.
