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Demons stood in front, circling Nero, just like crows circling something of interest.
Yet nobody made an aggressive move, just circling, high guard. Some of them speaking in tongues that Nero was unable to understand.
He only understood one word, Sparda.
A huff of air as one demon flickers it's tail, like if something had just spoil it's appetite.
« just a cub, isn't he? »
« smells too human... Not only it's blood, he reeks like humans »
« sweet and milky... Are you sure it's related to Sparda? »
« Oh but of course... I could never forget the scent of Sparda's blood »
« you'd dare to fight this... Mutt? »
« it's kinda cute, I'd love put it on my mouth, humans are so pleasing to chew on! »
« stupid pest! This mutt is build like a twig, it won't last long for your games »
« true indeed... Even weak demon cubs are more fun to play with »
" what's taking y'all so long huh? Am not scared! "He shouts and the demons look at him. Really look at him.
« he's angry... »
« feisty mutt, daring to spoil our conversation »
« we're full grown demons... Playing with a toy like this, shameful »
« do we even have pride to worry about nonsensical and imaginary shame? »
« I really wanna chew on him! »
« just an immature cub... »
« so we don't… What an answer »
A paw pushed with no claws towards Nero, like saying " Get lost!" Almost playfully too.
Nero was confused. Just one of the demon had dared to touch him and it wasn't even in a aggressive way.
If he survives this, Credo will definitely have him mopping the house and cleaning the boots of everybody in the order for a month or more.
« oh for the love of hell... You're gonna play with it! »
« don't scold me you lizard, he likes it »