"With that being said," Cain continued, his tone calm and almost reasonable despite everything that had just happened, "I am no brute, though my actions just now may suggest otherwise, so I propose we allow the… demon to speak, if it has anything to say for itself."
As those words settled into the arena, the crowd, which had already been restless and uncertain, finally tipped over, because the confusion had now been given a direction, and that direction pointed squarely at Elion.
Scattered boos began to rain down, directed at Elion.
They did not believe that an esteemed person such as the Duke would make such claims if they were not true.
"Kill him!"
"Off with his head!"
The noises grew louder until they unified.
And it was very clear who they were directed at.
Elion let out a slow breath, though it came out more like a pained wheeze as his battered body struggled to keep up with even that simple action.
He sighed inwardly because things were truly looking bleak now.
