"Not corrupted by the Abyss?" I tilted my head and arched an eyebrow behind my helmet. "Elaborate."
It nodded and took a shaky breath.
Lapia looked up at me with a scowl, "You'll have her lay on the ground?"
Am I the bad person here? I wondered for a second, then bent down and grabbed the demon by the front-most horn on its head and lifted it up.
It froze and shook like a leaf in the wind.
I clicked my tongue and brought it to the bench it previously sat at, then dropped it on top of it.
It weakly nodded, "Please-"
"Speak," I interrupted.
Lapia sighed and walked to my side, facing the Demon.
The late day suns bathed us in light, giving the scene an unnaturally beautiful atmosphere. The tree in the middle of the patio granted shade and the leaves had the vibrant glow of recently watered vegetation. The stone ground and walls with large windows surrounding us made for an ideal reading spot.
