He rolled toward her. Part of his face was burned and one of his horns was missing but she could still recognize him. He was pushed by another demon, unable to use his legs, one of his arms atrophied. He looks more terrible and dangerous than ever. It was one thing to escape death but it was making you feel more invulnerable than ever. And he was still accepted by demons when the weaker one of them could have sliced his throat without any problems. There was something suspicious in this, Brownie was sure that most of the other demons in the room would have been happy to see him dead. Removing the demons above was a way for each of them the climb the ladder.
He came near her, the smell of him was worse than she remembered. He smelled like dead itself and burned meat and burned fat and was disgustingly unwashed.
“See what you did to me witch”, he said.
He wasn’t talking with his usual assured voice, he was talking through a machine, his throat had been torn apart, and saliva was leaking from his half open deformed mouth.
“I’m not even half the demon I used to be”, he continued.
Brownie couldn’t say if the mechanical voice was angry or just pitying himself.
“I need the formula to rise again and rule over the Watchers, give me the formula”, he said bringing his ugly face close to hers.
Brownie drew back until she felt the stones on her back but he was still coming closer. She could feel his breath on her neck.
“Give me the formula and I’ll give you a present, something really precious to you, something you have lost long ago. I have it, I can give it to you.” The master said.
Brownie guessed that he was trying to smile, to be nice, to attract her pity but she knew that she couldn’t give him anything. And she didn’t know what formula he was talking about.
“Which one of you allowed him to enter this room”, a strong voice resonated in the entire room making the master jumped in his wheelchair.
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