The demon hissed in pain, jerking its limb back.
"That's it?" Vonjo's laughter boomed, filling the room with an unsettling joy.
He moved like a predator toying with prey, each step deliberate, each swing of his fist punctuated with a gleeful shout. He grabbed the demonoid by its horned head, twisted, and slammed it against the tile floor.
Cracks splintered out from the impact, and the ghostly entity screamed like a chorus of a hundred lost souls.
"You like stealing souls, huh?" Vonjo taunted, dragging it up by its writhing horn, his other fist cocking back. Bam! He punched it again, and the shadowy body rippled like liquid smoke before reforming. "You think you're scary because you make people crash their cars and eat 'em afterward?!"
Bam!
Another hit, louder than the first, his laughter growing wilder with every strike.
The man on the floor groaned, curling up, his voice cracking into a panicked plea. "P-please! S-stop! I-I'll cancel the pact—please—!"
