[At the sight of Mephisto going up in smoke and turning into Yona's dog that supposedly ran away...Slaine feels all color drain immediately from his face. The demon might be the one who's literally dying right now, but Slaine's sure his soul has just up and left his body.
He can't even begin to put into words, let alone think about how utterly mortified and violated he feels right now. This dog...this demon...had seen everything. Every gesture he'd shown Yona, whether it be eating dinner together, teaching her something or kissing and sharing her bed, had been seen. He'd overheard every conversation Slaine had had with himself. Everything that was supposed have been private or an intimate moment had now been shared with a third party...and for what?
He feels sick and the only thing stopping him from putting a bullet through Mephisto's little doggy skull is a) he'd already taken enough lead today and b) Slaine had given him his word.]
...I bet you've been laughing at me the entire time, huh? I hope you enjoyed yourself.
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He can't even begin to put into words, let alone think about how utterly mortified and violated he feels right now. This dog...this demon...had seen everything. Every gesture he'd shown Yona, whether it be eating dinner together, teaching her something or kissing and sharing her bed, had been seen. He'd overheard every conversation Slaine had had with himself. Everything that was supposed have been private or an intimate moment had now been shared with a third party...and for what?
He feels sick and the only thing stopping him from putting a bullet through Mephisto's little doggy skull is a) he'd already taken enough lead today and b) Slaine had given him his word.]
...I bet you've been laughing at me the entire time, huh? I hope you enjoyed yourself.