The more Wroth revealed, the more the rage seemed to build with the chief, hands clenching into tight fists as the lust demon outlined exactly how he had been played for so many years. The situation was quickly spiralling out of the man's control, and he wasn't best pleased. For a moment, it seemed he wanted to rage against his own demon, yet with each word Wroth continued to speak, he seemed to draw the man's anger out more and more.
Still, at the demon's revelation that he would not let Mank harm the woman he loved, his snarl was accompanied by a dismissive scoff, the very notion of Wroth's love seeming to amuse and instantly be dismissed by the chief.
“Seems like we're at an impasse here, then.” The chief spoke coolly, though the chilling tone of his voice still didn't manage to hide the burning rage that was steadily building within him. Even after the revelation that he had been played for a fool by the demon on his side, the proud man was still scrambling to regain control of the situation. “Because virgin or not, she's not going to leave here alive. She's seen too much.”
A grim grin played upon the man's features as he eyed up Wroth. “But it seems to be that you're outnumbered. And out of your territory.” The man than added, smirking slightly. Behind him, the demon Caitlyn had come to known as Uriel let out a slight chuckle, seemingly bemused by the whole situation. Throughout the exchange, the demon had not spoken a word, though it had silently moved beside Cloven, beholding the argument from the side. Though it's body seemed mortal, the shadows around it seemed to distort in strange and mysterious ways, an almost vulture-like presence slowly spreading from its feature. Caitlyn could feel its hunger in the way it gazed at her.
"Take care of this situation." He snarled at Mank.