"Before we begin .. let me ask you something, Tenth-Rank Demon."
Zibar tilted his head. "What?"
"I know your king never leaves his seat .. only watches from afar. And I know he somehow became one of the Great Ones after killing the Demon's Great one and taking he's place."
At that, Zibar's smile thinned. The human before him had named secrets no human should know.
"So here's my question, Zibar: after he became a Great One… did Agaroth finally abandon you .. leave you to wander like masterless dogs? If that's the answer, it makes perfect sense."
A vicious smile spread across Frey's face.
"It suits you .. a dog that can't live without a master. Isn't that why you're wagging after Wesker now?"
He taunted the demon head-on.
Zibar's expression darkened; killing intent rolled out so hard the air itself seemed to shudder. Then he threw his head back and laughed, the sound shaking the plain.
