“What are you doing?” An angry voice resonated within the dungeon. His voice shook the stale air around Damon and the sleeping Maleficent.
A knot lodged deep between the halfling’s perfectly carved brows. He spoke with a guttural voice as if he was only pushing himself into answering a question which he did not really care about. “Saving your daughter.”
“Ha! You?” Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton cackled as if what he heard was the most absurd thing in the world. “You got me there. f**k, to think that for a split second, I almost believe you. You’re good, son of Lucifer. You are f*****g damn good with making sick jokes,” said Grand Duke Beelzebub the Glutton. But after a fraction of a minute, his face turned grim before he continued. “So now, give me my daughter and do not sabotage my pl
