“So, Praneo, did you suddenly decide to join me and my posse of miscreants?” Hell asked at the jolly King standing a few steps behind Leon. Praneo looked like an excited kid, finally seeing his buddy again. Of course, Hell was also happy to see him. Praneo soon composed himself, embracing his kingly aura.
“Did you do this by yourself?” Praneo pointed at the thousand corpses surrounding them. They were brutally murdered and seemingly died in fear. Some looked as if they didn’t even know how they died with their faces painted by the shock of instant death.
Hell’s mouth turned into a grin and his aura, more tangible, burst out again as a scarlet messenger of death, striking fear at the hearts of everyone around him. But before Hell could say a thing, a small black object climbed from
