The demon guiding me looked like he'd rather be anywhere else. Considering that we were already in the Underworld that he called home, it was honestly impressive that I could make him feel this way.
His eyes kept darting to the side whenever I peeked at him.
He clearly wanted to run away but knew that it would be futile. After catching him for the fourth time, I began considering whether or not I should kill him and find a replacement.
But he was lucky. He was the first demon I found that could speak in the human tongue. According to him, he had learned it during demon school, even though the course was deemed a disgraceful thing to attend, because why would a demon ever need to be able to communicate with a human unless they were planning to betray their kind?
"Look," I said, tapping the page with the tip of Gon, "before you exhaust yourself to death with these useless dramatic sighs, just hurry up and get me to this squiggly line."
