“The perfect beings?” I repeated, brows furrowing. “The Paragon.”
“It sounds f*****g crazy,” Thayer said, pacing around the prison and running his hands through his hair. He stared at the ground, his wolfish eyes turning a piercing red demon color. “Because it is. How can a species be perfect? Not even gods can reach perfection.”
“I’ve read about the Paragon briefly,” Gaian said. “Isn’t it a book in the library? From what I remember, the Paragonian people are a combination of species, almost like you. Multiple species in one.”
“The Paragonian people aren’t mutts like me,” Thayer said. “All the books and lessons we learn during school have been watered down, so as not to cause hysteria, but demon families pass down what they know to be true.”
“Then, what are they?” I asked, confused.
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