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As to prove himself, Lonan turned in the hammock almost falling and started to shout loudly in his sleep. Odeon’s first reaction was to smile but he suddenly stopped. Lonan needed to learn how to take care of himself fast, really really fast because he wasn’t sure how long he would be there to take care of him anymore.
“You stay right where you are”, the voice said behind him.
Torsti turned around annoyed. He was not in the mood to receive order. He looked at the demon right in front of him, he had average high horns on his head, at least average for the region, Torsti has seen bigger and he had also seen places where no demon were harboring any. He was dressed in a black robe with an upside down Christian cross on his chest and blood was leaking from it. At first Torsti had thought that it was a fashion artifact or something of the sort, something that those guys would have given themselves to look cool but now he realized that it was real blood perpetually leaking on the cross.
The demon smirked realizing where Torsti was staring at.
“Interesting isn’t it, everyone I ever killed is prisoner of our robe, giving us eternal strength by bathing us it their blood”, he said.
“Interesting”, Torsti answered turning around. He wasn’t interested at all, he took few steps.
“Nobody is allowed to go out”, the demon said still smirking.
It was obvious that he thought that his duty was making him superior, after all, wasn’t he guarding all alone, other demons, supposedly gods reincarnation, extremely powerful and dangerous creature. It was all in his voice, he was patronizing, talking to Torsti as if he was a child and Torsti didn’t like it. He turned around very slowly, letting his arm carrying his hammer behind him as if there was no reason for it to get out of its way.
“Are you sure?” he said.
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