Extending his hand forward, he tensed his fingers, ready to dig them into Seiya's eyes.
"Should I?" He asked again as if Seiya's approval meant a lot. But Seiya offered no response, leaving the demon's hand hanging over his eyes. After a moment, the demon withdrew his hand, resting it back on his other knee—cheek still propped against the other hand.
"You are truly something else," he remarked in an intrigued voice. "I have yet to hear a single scream from you, despite the torment I've inflicted. You must be quite extraordinary."
He paused, his gaze never leaving Seiya as he spoke with a casual air. "So, are you ready to enlighten me on how to own the staff?" His eyes pierced into Seiya, searching for any sign of a reaction. But Seiya remained still, offering neither movement nor response.
With a frustrated sigh, the demon stood, his tone turning cold. "Perhaps I should just cast you into my dimension, where you'll be lost forever—trapped with no escape."
