With his speed he marches to where his brother is. He immediately saw it busy making the weapon while smiling deviously.

“Azazel!” he called out in a high tone. “What have you done?!” he madly added.

“Nothing.” He simply answered.

“Azazel!” he shouted.

“Oh,” at the same time holding his ear as if deafened by his shout. “Will you calm down a bit? I just gave those filthy humans some weapons that could help them.” He justified himself.

“Those aren’t simple weapons Azazel!”

“Really, but they like it,” he answered as he continue his doing.

“Don’t justify it just because they like it, those weapons that you gave will not...