"This would ensure that none of you ants would get in my way." Morbius' gutttural laughter tore through the air.
He had a newfound sense of confidence as the army of demons stood behind him. Waiting for his command. Jacob maintained a listless look on his face.
It was understandable as to why Morbius would be this confident, after all, he had the power of the Demon King flowing through his veins.
The Demon King was an extremely powerful entity. There was not much known in the history books about him, and of all the people, and demons that currently stood in this garden; Jacob knew without a doubt that he was the only one that had laid eyes on him.
Albeit it was in a vision, or in the future; it was as real as anything the young man had ever felt.
Morbius had a wide, confident grin on his face, which displayed a surprisingly white set of teeth and fangs, showing that he was still a monster underneath all that bravado.
