The demon straightened his posture and placed a hand over his chest in mock politeness.
"Ah, where are my manners?" he said with a crooked grin. "You should know the name of the one standing over you."
He looked directly into Amon's eyes.
"My name is Zerath Vornak," he said calmly. "Captain of the Demon Interrogation Unit."
The title alone made Amon's stomach sink. He could guess what this bastard was trying to do to him now.
Zerath snapped his fingers. At the snap, a sharp metallic sound rang out as the lock on the cage clicked open.
The bars slid apart.
Amon's heart pounded violently.
Before he could react, Zerath reached inside, grabbed Amon by the collar, and dragged him out like a sack of trash.
Amon's injured body scraped across the cold ground as he was pulled forward. Zerath was in no mood to show mercy to a human.
"Gah—!" Amon cried out as pain exploded through his back and shoulders.
He tried to resist. He tried to grab the bars. He tried to pull away.
