"Please, don't kill me," the demon pleaded. He returned back to his normal old man form. Zane still didn't budge. Demons were never to be trusted, no matter what.
With the dagger still on his neck, he asked, "What the hell is a demon like you doing here?"
The old man looked at him, but he had no intentions of telling, so Zane pressed the dagger against his neck. It cut through the first layer of skin and drew blood.
"Trust me, I don't care about what you are doing here as long as it doesn't affect me directly. I couldn't give a flying fuck.
But I wanna know, so you'll tell me, or your head is going to roll off your body, am I clear?" Zane asked, his eyes flashing red as he used a little bit of charm. The man had higher resistance, but with a knife at his throat and the use of charm, he couldn't refuse to talk.
"We are here to consume," he said. He swallowed saliva; the blade dug a bit deeper as his neck rose.
