Standing in front of the demon general's only remaining servants, Raven placed a hand on one of their shoulders and decided to peer into their heads. The axe-bearing devil with a toned body and clothes made of bones, her mind was like a narrow street with only one singular thought in focus.
'Serving…' Raising an eyebrow, Raven peered further in. And to his surprise, there was little loyalty towards the demon general, for in her mind, for as long as she could serve someone powerful and abuse that power for her own good, any master would do. 'That makes this tricky.'
A crease of concern appeared on Raven's head. The woman couldn't be trusted, as the moment someone more powerful appears, she might defect and join her master's opponent. Looking at the ball of spirit–the girl's sister, he assumed she was the same; however, her temperament can't be as bad.
