“Hey there, demon scum.”

Jongup turns at the sound of your voice, his face bored and unamused.

“’Scum’? We’re the same thing, genius.”

You scoff, looking him up and down, “I’m nowhere near the bottom-feeding trash that you are.”

Jongup faces you fully now, annoyance bleeding through his bored mask. 

You push on, “Stop stealing all my deals and taking the souls of those you have no contracts with.”

“Sorry, no can do. I’m having too much fun. Besides, I’m a demon–not exactly the most lawful being.”

“Oh, yeah? The boss man thinks otherwise.”

Jongup freezes at the mention of your leader. “He wouldn’t do anything to one of his own.”

“No? You severely underestimate the King of Hell,” you reach for the handle of the knife sitting against your hip. “He sent me here to dispose of you.”

Jongup scans your fighting stance and pulls out his own blade. “Let’s do this, then.”