Aluzam felt someone was watching him and he looked around immediately. He felt its energy signature and he is certain that it was a high-ranking demon. He furrowed his eyebrows when the kind of energy he felt became two different energies, and one is a lot closer to him.
“Come out now.” He said.
Then someone stepped out from behind the wall. Aluzam turned around and faced that someone.
“Pox.” Aluzam hissed.
It was the bald demon general. He was smirking at Aluzam while twisting a dagger between his fingers.
“Hello, Aluzam.” Pox greeted him.
“How can someone so weak still be alive?” Aluzam asked and Pox scoffed.
“You know I am not weak.”
“I know you are. I know that the only way you got a higher rank than Rexor is because you suck up to your boss. You are Chaos’ very own little hell
