“Sir?” Yalé was staring at me, looking out of the window. I could see that he had no idea what to do. And neither did I. I only brushed off the glass shards from my hair as my horns appeared. Since when did I become so out of it? And love? What love. That useless human emotion and I was feeling it? That was just ridiculous. It only existed in order to procure more human beings being born. It didn’t have any other function. And me, a grand duke of Hell, a demon, was feeling it? That was plain stupid. That useless doctor had to be reading too many human books. Demons never felt any emotions other than pure satisfaction from things they enjoyed doing. And also dissatisfaction if there was something we didn’t want to do. Our world, our every single day, worked that way. But love? Hah, I have n
