Daemon rested his sword casually on his shoulder, a lazy grin stretching across his face.
He pointed to himself, eyes wide in mock innocence.
"Wait, are you talking about me?"
"Yes, you bastard!" the king bellowed, his face twisted with rage.
Daemon clicked his tongue. "Ohh, I see. So now you finally know what it feels like—the sweet, heavy weight of betrayal."
"You filthy demon—!" Marquis Rufus Ansel shouted, spitting venom. "I should have skinned you alive the day you lied before the court! Pretending loyalty—you were a snake all along! No wonder your blood—!"
SHUNK.
A flash of silver. A sickening wet sound.
Everyone froze.
Rufus's eyes bulged as he looked down. Nyxtriel's blade had pierced straight through his gut, crimson staining his ornate robes.
He staggered, coughing blood.
Daemon caught the dissolving sword as it reappeared in his hand and shrugged, smirking.
"Oops. I thought I heard a mosquito buzzing. Had to squash it."
