I feel like punching him in the face. Wait, much worse. Probably do something so bad that words can’t describe. Something that looks like it belongs on a death metal album. Probably too extreme, but yes I’m angry.
“I’m gonna kill you” I say, clearly stating the obvious.
“Don’t you want to know how I did all this?” he asks.
“No, not really, don’t care anymore, I just want you dead now” I say being honest.
“Whatever, demon, all of you’re kind make me sick” he says back to me.
“All angels like you, make me sick” I say back to him.
“Who said I was an angel? I just hired angels to help me, I’m not a fucking angel, I’m much much worse” he says, starting to laugh