The Demon
“Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”
The demon growled deeper, baring his fangs, but I squeezed my arm, making it clear that he was about to get a sock in the jaw instead of fresh bodies, and he finally submitted.
“I swear on the blood and power of my kin that this night, I shall not harm the one who has summoned me.”
“And?”
“And I shall not harm anyone except for those he orders me to.”
“Until...”
“Until I leave this world!”
The demon was furious; red sparks appeared on his wolf fur, his skull gleaming with reflected moonlight. Had I forgotten that part of the oath, he would have found a way to use it against me. Demons are masters when it comes to such things.
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