So he's a little off the fucking rails, isn't he? Michael thought warily.
The demons down there were innocent, or so they seemed. Yet Arthur proceeded to massacre them without even having a single conversation.
Safe to say, this wasn't a guy he wanted to deal with, but since circumstances made it so, Michael wouldn't shit-talk him just yet.
After all, to kill someone like this, he would need to make him lower his guard.
And this fish fucker is definitely not going to do that.
Nonetheless, he turned toward him and proceeded to tap on his shoulder.
"Relieved?"
"Very." Arthur nodded with a smile. "I wonder if there are any more of them? I still have so much strength left to exhaust."
"Why don't you just let them be?" Michael brought up. "Food is better when it's made, not created. My food is shit, so I'd much rather eat something nice for once."
