Matthias snorted a laugh. Iseul certainly wasn't wrong. Demons weren't to be trusted, he wholeheartedly agreed. Matthias harbored little love for his own kind, being a territorial thing himself. So many of his kind were wanton in their destruction. And yes, he loved destroying people, but not in any way that left them maimed or dead. Why waste food like that?

"Don't make me have to protect you," he warned, half in humor but also with an edge of seriousness. "That won't end well for anyone but us."