“We found him sneaking
around,” the demon said with a heavy voice but Kamaril could still
feel it shacking in his own body.
That guy was pathetic for
a demon that was all he could think of without even asking himself
why he was the one surrounded by four demons two with a hold on his
arms and wearing those annoying hot steel gloves. It was as if those
guys had really prepared everything.
“I wasn't sneaking
around,” Kamaril said trying to enter the room, it was too dark
inside for him to see anything and he didn't like that too much. He
needed to know who that guy was talking too and where the heck he
was.
“Shall I collect his
soul master,” the demon said again.
“Oh, I got it, you are
the one who organised the fight to wake up the god and you are
playing at let's get their soul to make a soup when they die,
interesting, well my soul is not for grab thank you very much,”
Kamaril said half fighting to free himself but the demons had a good
grip on his arms and tightened then even more. There was definitely
not going out this way.
“Come in, I want to see
what kind of demon he is,” the one they called master said.
They pushed Kamaril in
the dark corridor, there were glass boxes all around with demons who
seemed to be sleeping inside and artifact around them like in a
museum.
“What the heck is this
place?” Kamaril asked.
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