There was silence. The footsteps of the girl had ceased. She had probably paused. But when Adell poked his head from around the wall, he stared into the face of a demon. A 'pure' demon. With a face and body like a twisted red bipedal dog, it looked stunned for a moment before it began to snarl at him.

Long enough for him to impale the creature in the chest.

"D̶a̶m͜n̢ i͝t̛!̷" he yelled, kicking the demon off his blade and into two others that followed him. With both hands grasping his blade, he leapt backwards and into a offensive foot stance. The two demons, of roughly the same 'breed', if that was the appropriate term, pushed the corpse off them and got up. They growled and snapped their teeth, with big globs of drool dripping off the sides of their mouths like hungry dogs.

"M̷o͘nste͜r̷s! Damn it, don't you regret anything?!" There was no word for 'regret' in the demonic language, so he ended up speaking Common. As the two beasts lunged towards him, Adell pushed his blade in front of him with one hand, stabbing one of the monsters in the heart. Well, pure demons did not have hearts, but the stabbing that area was still highly fatal for them.

His other hand went for the neck of the last dog demon, and he squeezed. The creature turned from the visage of a snarling beast into a pathetic, whining dog.

"L͜e͏t ̢m͜e g̨o! ̀Le̴t ̶me ́g̵o͝!̷" it whined, though its whining still sounded quite horrific to a ear untrained in demonic tongue.

Adell forgot about the girl in that moment. It was a while since he got his hands on a demon like this. His people were long gone. His father, dead from suicide. His brothers, all dead, demons or worse. These sort of creatures were to blame.

Torturing this thing couldn't bring his kingdom back, he knew.

The prince slammed the demon onto the floor, holding his blade over the dog's face. There was a little glint in his eye as a sadistic smile spread across his face.

Nothing could bring back his kingdom. He was living in the moment. And in that moment, the pain of failure was going to define the rest of the dog demon's short life.

The blade pressed against the beast's skin and gently sunk in. There were going to be a lot more cuts by the end of Adell's sadistic escapades.

"I used to be human, you know."

He lifted up his blade and sliced another part of the dog's face. It whimpered, but otherwise said or did nothing.

"Until you fuckers came in. It was around 490 years... since this world went to shit. Yo҉ư wi͜ll͡ ̷ḑi̸e̴ ͠a̸ t͢h̷ous̶a̧nd d̀e͜a͟t͜h͡s̷ ̡ẁòrth of p͜ain. There's no word for 'mercy' in our language. I wi̡l̷l͢ m̷a͢ke͡ ҉sur͏e you ̵u̡nde͜r̡sta̢nd͠ that."