“Yalé!” I yelled the moment I got to the corridor. I was fuming. Just where was the stupid goat when a demon needed him! But no response. It was too silent.
“For the great Satan’s sake, Yalé! I hope you’re not eating grass somewhere in the deep Hell hole-”
“Yes, master.” Yalé cut me off right before I started swearing at him even more.
“Was the grass good?” I seethed through my teeth.
“I believe that throughout the years you have learned that I do not eat grass, in fact, I eat-”
“I don’t care what you eat right now, what you had for food today, or whatever it is that you were doing.” How dare he even talk back to me!
“What is it that you need, master?” Yalé bowed lower than before. He knew that talking back to me just once was tolerable but more than that would send his head and limb
