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CHAPTER 22- QUESTIONS, ANSWERS AND MORE QUESTIONS
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2021-10-24 12:44:02“What does tuakana mean? I tried searching for its meaning across several encyclopaedias, but got nothing tangible in return.”
“First and foremost, it’s pronounced two-a-kana, and not that mortal slur emanating from that exotic piehole of yours. Secondly, what on Earth and everything mortal made you think of scouring human books for translations to demon lingua francas? You must be either too confident, or just plain stupid. And your recent actions prove to me that the latter is more probable.”
Brandon tries to not let his irritation show. Quick breaths, Don. Quick breaths. When he has managed to put his erstwhile tendencies under control, he repeats the question, making sure to sound as unannoyed as possible.
Ha! As if that could fool me. Your heritage may outclass mine by several tiers, but I’ve been a messenger far longer than you’ve been alive, boy. Llearth inwardly smirks at the half demon’s attempt to remain
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He can’t go anywhere, not with how fortified this place is. Escaping from here is only a pipedream. With that conviction, Brandon pretends not to notice the lesser demon’s critical gaze. And so the barrage of questions continue, each one trying to outsmart the other, like a typical game of chess.“How can one go to Hell?”Llearth chokes on his non-existent saliva. “A-and why would you wanna go to Hell? Most humans want to go to Heaven!” he shutters and stares at the half demon like one would stare at an alien from outer space.“I think it’s been established that I’m not a normal human. As a matter of fact, I am anything but human.”“You’re not a demon either,” Llearth not so quietly murmurs. I don’t know what you are, but you’re certainly not just a demon.“What did you say?”“Nothing. I said nothing. What was your qu
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“Can I at least...”The restraints around his hands, torso, and feet tighten, conveying the Maestro’s response. Klade clenches his jaw, wincing at the pain that is worsened by that movement, a stark reminder of his overwhelming weakness and what could very well befall him if he tries to leave again. Justyou wait, you swaddled, cod-mouthed dollop head! There’s always a next time, and I’ll be damned if I let you play me like a fool again! If it wasn’t for your identity, I’d have taught you a lesson you’d never forget.If the Maestro hears Klade’s thoughts, he does a good job of ignoring it, like the cow would ignore the buzzing of flies on its tail. He cannot be bothered to assuage his doubts any more than he already has. As long as he plays his part, nothing else matters. After all, he was simply told to keep the young demon alive- there was no mention of coddling or convenience of any sort.&nb
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Paying no heed to the conflicted look on the face of the lesser demon, Brandon pulls the bag towards himself, intending to resume his preparation. But Llearth does not let go of the bag, and the duo soon start to struggle for the bag, neither refusing to let go.I never realised that his eyes could be so beautiful. I know its just the human disguise he chose for himself, but I cannot help how I feel; it’s just too beautiful.Unknowingly, Brandon’s grip on the bag loosens. The force Llearth is exerting to hold on to the bag causes the half-demon to move towards him, crashing into the bag along the way. Unprepared for this, Llearth’s stance falters and the demonic duo tumbles to the floor quite clumsily.Brandon finds himself on top of Llearth, but one look at his eyes weakens his resolve to get off. Oddly enough, the lesser demon is looking at him with the same intensity and a bit of incredulity, as if he cannot imagine that this is act
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