The Demon
Finally, I shook my head.
"No. I don't trust you enough for that. Is there another way?"
Martha visibly relaxed. Apparently, all that time she was ready to grab me, persuade me, pull me away and stop me from going inside. The demon, however, only smiled.
"Good boy. Be sure to remember not to trust demons. Not because we're spawn of the Dark Tempter or whatever it is you call that, it's all stupid. No, it's because people are our food, and negotiating with your food is the same as if you tried talking to a piece of sausage. In the end, you'll still eat it, whatever it told you. So don't forget that."
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