“You already have that
very annoying little brat to entertain you, you can't possibly want
this one too, what are they? Pets? Plus look at him, he is half dead
and his powers are already contained by just those ridiculous gloves”
the short haired demon said.
In the large armchair
next to him, the third demon pulled up his glasses on his noise with
a little annoyed slapping of his tongue as if he didn't like to be
disturbed during his reading, without even take his eyes of the pages
to look at Kamaril. Kamaril found it a little bit insulting not to be
the center of everyone's attention.
“I'm no pet,” Kamaril
said.
He pushed his water out in his hand but for all answered the
gloves started to heat and white steam came out blurring his vision.
That wasn't a smart move at all, damn gloves. They were going to pay
for that as soon as he would have a free hand. These were painful as
well, he needed to behave if he didn't want to end up with permanent
burn scars.
“Those are not the
demons you know,” the demons with the long hair started.
Kamaril felt that he
liked to explain that and was somehow proud of it, something he could
turn to his advantage. But he knew what he knew and those guys were
in the fight with him the day before, just they were dead.
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