He pointed
his gloved hands toward Lonan.
“You're a
demon, you're on your own.” Lonan answered turning his back at him,
pulling his tongue out and crossing his arms on his chest.
“You damn
brat,” Kamaril said, brushing the gloves on the stone wall which
only had the effect to make some sand without even scratching the
metal surface of the gloves.
He walked
toward the door and passed his hand near it slowly, the electric blue
wave appeared.
“Hum,”
he said thinking deeply.
“I said I
tried,” Lonan answered. His curiosity becoming stronger.
“Yeah, but
second rules at being a demon: you take the opportunities when they
are presented to you,” Kamaril said extending his hands in front of
Lonan again.
Lonan
hesitated a little.
“How do I
know that you are not going to jump on me as soon as you're free to
use your powers again?”
“You
don't, but I'm telling you I have bigger fish in the sea,” Kamaril
said.
“And I'm
saying, demons can always use a snack,” Lonan answered.
“You want
to get out of here or not?” Kamaril asked.
“Third
rules at being a demon: Demons always lie,” Lonan said. “There is
no getting out of here.”
“And
that's a lie too,” Kamaril answered.
Lonan
pondered the answer a little and came closer.
“Sit down
and don't try anything funny,” he said with a grin.
“You
wish,” Kamaril answered lowering himself.
“Sit,”
Lonan said.
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