His hand closed around my head, and I gasped as I focused on his eyes, "Do not be sorry that you will not remember me… I will do it for both of us."
I could see a bit of confusion in the flames of his eyes, but I did not bother explaining, not that he would remember it. It was a weird thing to be pitied by a demon, but I would be foolish to see that a three-horned Narghul Sorcerer was different from the lesser demons, even the two-horned.
Every demon I had seen was filled with nothing but hate and a bestial nature to devour, but Vrakth seemed to have risen beyond those base desires. Of course, push him hard enough, and his true base nature would be revealed, but this showed me that demons at a certain level would begin to control their nature beyond the hatred of all life.
I could not just dismiss any higher-order demon as if they were all the same, or I would be paying a very painful price.
