"As curious as I am to know the why anyone would kill themselves, let's, you know, not," Maou grumbled, lifting another heavy hoof and stomping another deep print into the earth.

He opened his mouth to speak again before a twig snapping behind them cut him off, and his eyes darted back. No. No, he didn't sense anyone, but for a hot moment he could have sworn someone actually snuck up on him. He had even felt a presence that very much wanted to end him. The specter wasn't scary; the fact unease had fooled the Demon King's senses very much was.

"Iiii'm thinkin' I might level this whole freakin' place before we get much further. Just, you know. A heads up."