“He wants you” she watched me closely, curiosity tinged at her gaze.
I scoffed, “of course he does. Is that why you called me here? To capture me for him?”
“No” she shook her head, “he's after you. Didn't say why.”
“Typical.” I shrugged, “Let me clarify your position first,” I watched her squarely.
“Azrathul may seem like a saviour, a helpmeet, but I'll tell you what he is. He is nothing but a dark hearted miserable monster, he's not your ordinary predator, if other predators will leave you with a bone at least he will consume all until there's nothing left. Not even a drop.” Her expression cracked, but she quickly covered it up
“Shut up” she snarled
“He doesn't do mercy, he has no heart, and you know the most wonderful part of it all, selling your soul to him means not even the
