OWNED BY THE DEMON KING
If we attempt it, your mortal body will burn to ash.
“Of course, it fucking would," I muttered, pressing hard against my wound as I staggered up and walked toward the stolen clothes by the bank. “There’s always gotta be some stupid fucking rule, isn't there? Everytime I need your help, you just bring up another fucking condition.” I hissed. "Beginning to think you're just a fucking joke."
There was no reply from the demon king, but I could feel his presence, curled at the back of my mind. I chuckled inwardly. For the first time, I had him quiet.
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