For a brief moment, Valentino's men stood still staring at their boss in the claws of the Radio Demon. As if they were waiting to see the moth's fate. The the lull didn't last long as what was remaining of the hoard of demons all converged on their leader.

Val, was definitely not having a good day. How could he let this asshole get the better of him? Strike him right in the middle of his home. This was the greatest insult. Was this really how he was going to be snuffed out? Fuck him. He was going to be defiant till his last breath.

"Go.... fuck yourself..." Val managed to squeeze out as blood trinkled down the corners of his lips. "I'm not.... your bitch."