The demon trio were now assembling themselves to composure as they had been revived. And as soon as I saw they were conscious once again, I succumbed to Muna's pull and ran after her.
They now saw a reason to believe. Dissipating was their master's way of destroying their lives forever. It was a punishment that meant their essence would scatter into nothingness.
Yet, here they are... breathing, kicking, and so much alive because of me.
It was ironic, wasn't it?
These same demons who once viewed me as prey now owed me their existence.
They suddenly forgot all the good things they had enjoyed in the hands of the demon Master, and recounted this particular bad deed of whomever he might be.
It was natural, however. The street takes advantage of your good deeds and crucifies you the moment they smell a little mistake in your actions.
That's the truth of both men and demons alike.
Anyway, that was all I wanted. It was to my advantage that the trio joined as we ran after Muna.
