I kept my gaze locked with his. Damned if I’d back down when
they needed me more than I needed them. His infinitesimal nod was both
concession and slight.
“Belial tells me you need no coddling.” His voice like the
flat of a razor, smoothing, with threat
implied.
“Don’t try to run me. God himself couldn’t manage it, much
less his test-case creations.”
“Oh child, the things we deleted to preserve His preferred
story are legion. But fear not, I’m a hands-off demon. I point, you kill, and
we’ll get along famously.”
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