Corruption
And Hans can feel his shoulders coming up defensively in spite of himself because the blatant reminder of his failures, of his incapability to protect the people was a giant slap to the face.
His lips pursed into a thin line.
Pretends that it doesn’t hurt him.
“Well, what do you think?”
It hums, stepping inside the room now–and that was just worse–as it smiles with it all of its teeth, an unpleasant smile.
It was attractive and it shouldn’t be.
“Oh, I don’t know,” the demon says, almost airily, “… humanity is as good as extinct at this point and yet, here you are, in my home, reading of all things, without a care in the world… like a domesticated pet.”
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