A demon walked into the cell, and the moment he perceived the fear from the demon dog, he calmly looked at the newcomer.
When he saw the demon, his eyes could not help but flicker.
The demon was tall and bloated, and it stood on thick digitigrade legs. His skin was a dull, bruised pink that was stretched tight over heavy muscle and fat.
A broad snout jutted from his face, and it was constantly twitching as if savoring invisible scents. His small black eyes gleamed with childish excitement as he looked at Simon.
A butcher's apron hung from his waist, and the apron was stained, worn, and proudly displayed.
The demon smelled of iron, smoke, and something sweet that had gotten rotten.
'A pig demon?... As a torturer?' Simon thought with raised brows.
"I'll take it from here, dog. You may leave."
The demon dog gritted his teeth in anger at the way the pig demon spoke, but in his eyes was immense fear as he stared at the pig demon.
Simon saw this, and he could make a few guesses.
