Aaiden stared down at him, his smile gone. For once he took Simon seriously as if he where a true threat to him. It pissed him off that he could be a serious threat to him, pissed him off that he had no choice but to feel a little afraid. He narrowed his eyes. "And what if I decide not to kill you Simon. It's not murder that demons are famous for, that is all secondary. Its torture, it's pain and it's fear. I will show you what real fear is Simon, if I have to reach into my hell and bring it back here with me you will learn to fear me and respect me. Nothing you do to me can equal the torture I have already endured. Remember that, wolf. Nothing. Physical pain means nothing to me."
Aaiden turned away from Simon and continued on down the hall. He threw the map into the nearest trash bin, deciding he didn't need it anymore.