“I can’t beat him. He completed today’s challenge as if it was nothing,” Markus said, pacing in front of Mortus. The demon just stared at him, saying nothing. He came to a stop in front of him and sighed tiredly. “Why are you not saying anything?” He asked.
“I can’t help you if you’re going to keep me in here all the time. That’s not beneficial to me.”
“You’re alive. That’s your benefit.”
“Kill me then,” he said, getting to his feet. He stepped closer to him and waited. Markus stared at him, feeling like screaming. He didn’t need this right now. He didn’t need the bastard challenging him. He had enough problems as it was. He didn’t need him acting out on him. Markus took a deep breath as he thought of what to do.
Pretending to lose, that was the one thing he’d learned at a very you
