The briefest of uncertainty passed over his face. “You don’t have that ability!”
I continued on, unconcerned. “And if you don’t I’ll just kill you outright.”
“You haven’t the courage!” he blustered at me.
I touched my pinky and thumb together. He started gasping, not because he couldn't breathe—he didn’t need to breathe—but because I had started squeezing his head. I wasn’t sure if I could crush it but I was willing to do what it took to find out.
He exposed his cowardice too soon for me to make that discovery.
“It was Brob’thal! Brob’thal! I swear it to the depths of Tartarus!”
I paused in my torment of the devil. They are always too quick to respond to a little torture. It might take a day to torture information out of a human, and torture rarely works on humans, but is always effe
