“Yes but I made a mistake. Here is
the place I was born and were I grew up when Brownie retrieved my
soul from the demons”, Sahel said.
He put his finger on the liquid on the
ground and smelt it.
“You mean, you are magically born”,
Azazel answered amazed.
He had heard about it before but he had
never thought that it was real. He looked at Sahel trying to see
something on him that would have betrayed his origin, but there was
nothing. He was a demon as normal as could be.
“She always clean up after doing
Magick, she doesn’t want anyone to play with her stuff and to
create something accidentally”, Sahel said.
“Well apparently not this time”,
Azazel said.
“Something might have happened to
her”, Sahel answered.
“Like being kidnapped by the
Watchers, but that happened downstairs”, Azazel said.
“Before that, something had made her
go downstairs before cleaning and I want to know what”, Sahel
continued turning the bottle of dark, viscous liquid in his hand,
looking at it feeling strangely attracted to it. There was not much
liquid left, most of it had been spilt on the floor.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to…
drink that?” Azazel said looking at Sahel falling on the floor at
the end of his sentence.
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