Chapter fifty-two:

TALON’s POV “Be careful with the way you widen your eyes, the flies surrounding your wounds might jump in.” I said. “Wha…what are you talking about? Who's Raphael?” He managed to say, amidst his shock. “Tch, you should know better than to respond with this. Do not make me repeat myself.” “I knew it since the time I set my eyes on you, you're a demon. Bastard!” He spat. “Any new names for me? That's the only thing you've been calling me for the umpteenth time.” I rolled my eyes. “Speak up, while I’m still being all nice and chatty. I personally don't like using the black salt to make culprits talk, unless I’m forced to. Now just be a good boy, and spill out everything. Who knows, I might get you treated and let you leave.” I shrugged. “I don't want your damn offer, I was even planning to kill myself before these idiots stopped me.” He glared at the guards, “I already made up my mind to die, do you think I’d be scared of you?” “You might think you'd get away with all this, but I promise