Red eyes throbbing and strained snapped back to Lucifer's. Maou's teeth grit. "Yeah, it cuts through a lotta shit, 'specially what's supposed to stay standing."

Even as he said it, he regretted it, but he couldn't stop his tongue from lashing out. When the Demon King hurt, he fixed the source. But he couldn't fix this.

"Unless you feel like gettin' shish kabobbed again t' be left in this damned forest, let's avoid that, okay?"