The Demon
I wasn’t going to kiss anybody here or let anyone look inside my mouth, and the rest didn’t matter.
The claws, however... For some reason, they were the second to transform. Gloves wouldn’t help. The only way was to keep myself in check every minute. I absolutely couldn’t blow up. Do half-demons have good self-control? Honestly, not really. But I was also a necromancer, and necromancers who wore their emotions on their sleeves didn’t live long. For us, calm and peace of mind were crucial. And I was calm, quiet as a grave. Which was the exact place where those who disturbed me would go. I might be patient, but I am also vindictive. I’d endure everything, but I would take my revenge, and it wo
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