— Still, Leviathan POV —
Think, Leviathan, think! How do I survive this!? Hmm... let's wait and see. Right now, I've cut off all senses and can only see through the host's eyes. Also, my soul isn't that powerful anymore; this b*tch shouldn't be able to detect me.
"Is that guy dead yet?" I heard a voice—a human male voice. Seems like he's asking this b*tch.
Oi, b*tch, stop kicking the host's body already! He's not dead yet, but he's about to be! If he didn't have the physique of a demon, he would've already been dead! Stop it, damn it! Aren't you supposed to be a good guy here!?
"Oi, he's still breathing, isn't he?"
Uh-oh, that guy dared to use a commanding voice with this b*tch. He's about to feel some pain. Whoever he is, just remember not to piss off an archangel in your next life, especially this b*tch.
"Ah! My lord, don't worry. Even in this state, he could take a bullet to the head and survive."
Yes! Beat the sh*t out of... wait, what did this b*tch just say? My lord!? Maybe the host got too much of a foot massage and heard it wrong.
"We still need this guy alive, if possible. Now, wait on the side. I'll seal him first," the same human male voice spoke. Then, a man in a trench coat walked over. Who is this guy? He doesn't show any sign of exhaustion, not even sweat.
Nah... it's impossible to summon an archangel to the mortal realm in the first place, let alone summon this b*tch Michaela. He must be her lackey! Yes, he must be her lackey... but why did she call him lord!? Wait...
the only reason the b*tch would call him lord if he... if he... is the avatar of the biblical God!?
Argh! Didn't this sh*t just go from 0 to 100!? This is a big boss—a f*cking big boss of heaven! Why the f*ck is he here? Sending this b*tch alone isn't enough? Now he wants to eliminate me himself!?
Think, Leviathan, think! There must be a way to survive this calamity!
Then, a feeling of extreme exhaustion suddenly hit me. What is this!? Why can't I... I'm so sleepy. The last thing I saw was that man... using some spell, and it affected me...
"What do you want with that arrogant prick?" I asked.
"Let's just say... it's personal, very personal. He took something he shouldn't have," said the god's chosen.
Is it revenge? I must say, this is intriguing. Now... it's time for me to maximize my profit.
"Hmmmm, he's also one of the Hell Lords... how should I put it? Even if we don't look like it, we still have some sort of bond and camaraderie. If you want me to stab him in the back, you must make it worth my while," I said, testing the boundaries of the god's chosen. In fact, I don't have any camaraderie with those pricks—they killed me. Why should I help them?
But even if I don't like those f*ckers, I need to get some substantial benefit.
"Just tell me what you want. Don't play games with me," the man said impatiently.
Impatience! I like it. Impatience is a good point to take advantage of when corrupting someone. At least I found one weakness of this guy.
"Let's start with... what do you have to offer, shall we?" I asked, feeling right at home. Ahhh, it's good to have a nice conversation with someone so impatient.
Huh? Michaela seems to be gritting her teeth. Wait... why is she materializing her holy flame sword?
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Tell your bodyguard to keep it to herself, will you? This is not cool." Sh*t, that bitch has lost it again.
But she seems to listen to the human, so I need to placate him. Okay... maybe I went a little too far with the game this time, but we're talking like civilized people here! Can't you calm down, b*tch!?
"Michaela... please..." the man said softly. Michaela nodded and immediately put away her flame sword. Ohhhh, so obedient. I like that.
"You too, stop provoking her already. If there's a next time, I won't stop her, and I'll let her beat you up," the man said to me.
Ooohhhh, that's fine. I'll just cut off all my senses and hide in my host body again.