Demon's Evolution
I would ensure that he begged for mercy, that he would wish for death itself to end his torment.
But I knew I had to keep my emotions in check. My demonic aura, sensing my turmoil, began to stir, threatening to break free from its restraints. I focused my will, drawing upon the demonic power that lay within me. Slowly, I managed to regain control, the dark energy receding back into the depths of my being.
"A mage, you said, with silver hair, silver brows, and even silver eyes?" I muttered to myself, my mind racing with the description. It was a peculiar combination, one that seemed to evoke a sense of familiarity, yet I couldn't quite place it.
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