The Demon
"Not just kill, no. You'll have to murder with your own hands, slowly tormenting your victims, delighting in their terror; drinking their lives like wine and breathing in their deaths like smoke."
I contemplated it. Killing people? I didn't want that at all. The demon's smile became even more insidious.
"And you'll have to start with those closest to you. Like this insolent woman..."
I looked at Martha and felt a shiver down my spine at the thought that I had to kill her. She was my nanny, my second mother, who loved me enough to give her life for mine. My answer to the demon was something one shouldn't repeat in polite society. It could make flowers wither in shame, yet Argadon only laughed
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