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"There is nothing to tell."

"There has to be."

"There isn't."

I folded my arms. "You've been following me around for a year. I think that earns me at least one question."

Silence.

"So..."

I dared to put my hand toward the swirling particles. It felt… weird. "What does a demon actually do?"

"You wouldn't like the answer."

"Try me."

For a long moment, the particles moved this way and that, they settled around my still outstretched hand. Part of me shrieked to pull my hand back, another part of me felt… breathless.

"I hunt."

I frowned. "Hunt?"

"Souls that flee."

"They can do that?"

"They try."

The particles started to look like a hand.

"Some bargain. Some hide. Some believe they can outrun eternity."

"And you..."

"I find them."

"Is that all?"

"No."

"Oh?"

A sigh followed, telling me that he thought talking to me was exhausting his patience. "I fought in the Infernal Wars for centuries too."

I swallowed. "Wars?"

"We defended our realm."

"Against... angels?"

I swear I heard a chuckle. "Among others."

I wasn't entirely sure whether that answer made me feel better or worse.

"And you've..." I hesitated. "...killed people?"

Definitely a hand, I decided. A strong man's hand with… I swallowed, claws.