[@Drake Baku][@KoL]

As Zeke spoke, Sonitus kept glancing back at the girl who's hand still rested on her sword. He likely would keep an eye on her until she no longer remained a threat. Speaking of threats, the new information changed the situation drastically. He did die, and according to the leader of this little group, was now a 'devil'. He was less concerned about being devil than being considered a part of a family. Families were weakness, they held you responsible as a member, and he was very reluctant to consider these total strangers 'family'.

He had to repress the urge to make a move as the one called Moena moved to turn off the lights. While he was expecting some kind of surprise attack using the dark, but that didn't happen. Instead, it was as if the lights hadn't been turned off at all. The credibility of Zeke's story instantly grew.

As the devil leader continued explaining, he found himself amused at their naivety. Zeke was giving him way to much maneuvering room, and he would be sure to exploit that to it's fullest later on. However, thoughts of never returning left his head after hearing there were other entities that would hunt him. While he didn't have any concrete evidence for this, it was a possibility he didn't wish to bet on.

"What aid do you need?" Why would one as strong as Zeke made himself out to be, need assistance from him. Earlier the leader of this group had indicated that he was more than strong enough to take him. If that was so, then why was he needed? He simply didn't get the point of working in a team, it made much more sense to go it alone. There you didn't have to worry about teammates, or group strategy. The only time teamwork was involved with him was to be a meat shield, or a distraction.