"Hey— be gentle," the vitality demon complained loudly. "You don't have to grip my hair like that."
Tyler ignored him.
With a sharp motion, he swung the demon's disembodied head and hurled it forward. The head bounced once, rolled across the pulsing flesh-ground, and came to a stop right beside the kneeling Neto.
Kevin blinked, taking in the scene upside down.
Neto was still hunched over, shoulders shaking as quiet sobs wracked his body, his attention fixed on his step sister who is enjoying the orgy party with preaching old men. His hands are stroking something which Kevin couldn't take his eyes off.
"Well, well," Kevin said, craning his eyes upward as far as his severed neck allowed.
"What a view." He even managed a low whistle, completely drooling over the body part, "I really know how to pick my front-row seats."
Neto didn't respond. He didn't even notice the head beside him.
