"Let them die—it's got nothing to do with me. Threats don't work on me, Emory. Besides, the mayor and those organization leaders have their whereabouts documented. If anything happens, you'll be the one making headlines. I'm just a witness—and I won't hesitate to name you as the murderer and expose your bloodthirsty nature! Go ahead, flaunt your fangs and blood-red eyes in court if you dare!"
At that point, everyone would be out for his blood.
Of course, the most satisfying way to kill him would be to nail him to a cross, roast him under the sun for three days until he turned into a fossilized suckling pig, and then—poof!—ashes to ashes.
"Hah! Now that's what I call satisfying!"
He patted my shoulder, dragging my sinister demon soul out of its cold smirk.
"Darling, don't you feel like you're already in the palm of my hand?"
