[Gods! What path may the two of you have crossed in what previous life to warrant so much hatred and bloodlust against you, boy?!] Zets laughed heartily, the sound of his voice betraying his sincerest mocking amusement for the situation.
Nicodemus blinked in confusion as the manifested arms of pitch darkness continuef to press down and hold Alex who was was still tirelessly struggling.
The meaning of Zets words was partially wasted on Nicodemus as he failed to immediately understand and he hesitated a little in his actions.
It was when he managed to truly see the look in Alexander's eyes that Nicodemus expression began to slowly realise.
'He hates me?'
[Hah! The reason he fights and struggles so hard and desperate, as one who handles the domain of emotions and thoughts, its obvious that boy holds a deep seething grudge and venom. Almost enough to to transcend.] Zets said, then continued as the Demon added seriously this time.
[It would do you well to finish him off. Now, boy]
