The fact it came from a goddamn demon made it all the more shameful.
“Which is to say, Hell needs people like you.” The demon’s tone turned admirative, much to Kyle's confusion. “People who care about the bottom line. About profit. Mortals who are ready to sully their hand for their greater good.”
“Wait, you’re not mad?”
“Please, Lord Kyle, call me Malfy,” the demon replied with a charming voice. “No, I am not mad. In fact, I misjudged you. I feared that you were cunning demon hunters, but you have the trappings of a good business partner. Let’s make a deal.”
“So I can keep summoning demons for more food?” Chocolatine asked, hopeful.
“Not in the temple!” Allison chided her. “And no!”
“But we have more carnivores than meat! We cannot sustain our ecological niche without sacrifices!”
