@defamer
“You.” His tone is about as flat as the beast on the ground under his boots. A lesser demon, some miscellaneous imp. The prince stood with his halberd point down in the poor wretch’s skull. “We know each other well enough by now to know that this isn’t normal.” He was expecting something more violent or sinister. He was expecting a knife to the back, something like that. That not happening meant something was wrong. “So, what is it?”













