Welcome to a new part of Blue Angel unedited, we start right where we left off last time.
We are following Kamaril in the Demon World.
He headed for the door without hurrying, pretending to still be walking around. He was annoyed to have to resort to that kind of old tricks. He sworn to himself that when he was it full possession of his power he would just take whatever he wanted whenever he wanted without ever asking or bowing, for sure he wouldn't take orders from anyone anymore.
“Hey, you,” the demon said from behind the counter.
He had rather large horns, Kamaril was sure that he didn't buy his shop from the previous owner and that he didn't pay the normal price for anything that was on sale here. Kamaril pretended not to notice he was talking to him and continued to walk nonchalantly toward the exit.
“Hey, you, are you deaf?” the demon said turning around the counter to block Kamaril's exit.
“Me,” Kamaril said looking around and pointing at himself innocently.
“No, the neighbor's dog,” the demon said. “Of course you, stupid, where do you think you're going?”
“Home,” Kamaril said. He felt like he had no home but that was still strangely the first answer that came to his mind.
“And when do you think of paying for this,” the demon said pointing at the trident covered in black fabric on Kamaril's back.
“It's mine, I entered with it,” Kamaril said.
“You entered with a big broken rake and you made a bag for it in here,” the demon said. “Don't try to be the smartest with me.”
“You are very observant, aren't you?” Kamaril said.
“That's my job,” the demon said starting a move to grab the trident. “Now give me that.”
“That's not going to be possible,” Kamaril said.
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