Don didn’t want to reveal his true form in front of the kid, but his punches were wearing off, and his demonic aura was fading from his fists, which only meant that he was running out of juice and had to think about another option to fight Asmodeus with the avatar conceded to him by ‘her’.
Bertrand was dealing with the demon king in a better way than Don was, his punches landing beautifully and dealing as much damage as a human pair of hands could, but it still wasn’t enough, and Asmodeus was starting to toy around with them, just waiting for them to run completely out of fuel, so that the demon king could get what he wanted.
‘Wait, what he wants...’ Don concluded to himself.
“Hey Assmodeus, why’re you so eager to take the soul of that child?” He asked, mocking t
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