Jerus watched Koran speak to the others as they woke up and smiled to himself. These would all be judged as well, even if he had to bide his time to do it. Death was not an obstacle to carrying out Justice, only a convenience, especially when you're in Hell. He turns slowly with his hand on his blade, keeping an eye out for any other demons to attempt to attack us and spots the person walking towards them. Tightening his grip on the katana, Jerus approaches the girl and stops just a little ways from her.

"What do you want? We want no more trouble than is necessary, unless you require justice be delivered upon your head." He smiles softly and bares an inch of the blade. "In which case I can happily oblige."