"Calm down, alright? I'm trying to help you."
The Reptilian girl stared at nothing in particular with the widest eyes. Her back remained pressed against the opposite end of the cage.
"AND WHAT IS IT GOING TO COST? MY SOUL? MY ARMS? BECOMING A DEMON?"
"Take a deep breath. I'm not a Demon or anything like that," Cero sighed. "Those things don't exist, not really."
"SAYS THE INVISIBLE SPIRIT! OR DOES YOUR VOICE RESONATE DIRECTLY IN MY HEAD?"
Despite her constant shouting, Cero could tell that she had calmed down quite a bit.
"What's your name?"
"OH, YEAH! SO YOU CAN WRITE IT IN YOUR BOOK OF DEATH, HUH? I'M NOT TELLING YA!"
Cero had no idea what the Book of Death was. He assumed it was Reptilian folklore.
Correctly.
"Fine, don't tell me your name." The invisible Cero scratched his head. "You're being offered to the Kurnish, right?"
"W-WHAT ABOUT IT?"
Cero had no doubt that some people on Borg didn't believe in Demons, evil spirits, and things of the sort.
