His words were confident and I wondered, just who the hell was this guy? What made him so powerful and special? Let’s not forget rich. I wondered if there were ranks and classes within the blood demons, he did mention that they fed on weaker demons, did that mean that some of them were not as powerful as this guy?
“Oh and, from now on, you eat more, you’re way too scrawny, the dress I bought you is basically crying on your body. It’s disgusting.”
Rude. I guess blood demon’s didn’t know how to be polite and communicate their opinion in a socially accepted manner but his words didn’t bother me, I knew that I didn’t need to gain weight.
“I like the way I am and that’s how it’s going to be. If you are so disgusted by my figure then maybe you shouldn’t have picked me as your blood slave mast
