“What did you just do?” I ask him while feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “Is this some kind of joke?”
The stranger, who only has a mouth and is devoid of any other features, stares back at me for a moment, and then he simply says, “He disobeyed. Even so, his will was stronger than most; I hope I haven’t lost my touch.”
With those words, his skin turns from pale to a greyish white with patches of black. Horns sprout from his head, black embers appear in place of his eyes, and he smiles at me with a set of sharp fangs over a thin, humanoid body that glows with a grey flame.
“When humans disobey me, it means death. Their little minds just can’t take it, I’m afraid. Ah,” he sighs while looking over my remaining disciple, “but this one loves you. Out of all of them, he loves you the mos
