“I’m still me,” he growled, following her every move. “I’m not about to let some half-baked exorcism be the end of my reign. I got to the top once, I can do it again.”
“And I’ve still been around Hell longer than you, sweet cheeks. Once you’re down, you’re out,” she cooed with a small giggle. “That little flame of non-humanity is flickering.”
“Flickering, but not extinguished. Nor is it going to be. I refuse to be walked all over by that bloody lot of barbarians again.”