A Demon’s Kiss
Frowning, I watch as he stalks onto the sand, reaches down and grabs two handfuls before coming back to stand in front of the table.
"Here's an analogy for how much Demon blood you have..." he says.
I breathe out loosely. This should be interesting.
“Imagine this is a full blooded Demon. Only one such creature exists like that now, who is actually alive, and not cursed unground somewhere."
He dumps an entire handful of sand onto the table, a few granules skittering across the surface toward me. I swallow uncomfortably, hating the sound of someone all powerful like that.
"Wait-"