He chuckled then, a dry sound that hissed at the edges. It was a sound meant to put distance between himself and any illusions of mercy.
He followed with a soft, disappointed hiss—his voice a jagged music that cut through Juer'lo's very bones. The hissing and chuckling mingled, interspersed with idle, almost bored mutterings like a predator thinking aloud.
"Nonetheless, bring whoever that player is to me. It's better to eliminate any inconveniences no matter how small. If you can do this… I'll promote you," the high demon said.
The words were spare, almost casual, but Juer'lo's whole body answered them as though touch had been administered. "I'll make you a noble demon."
It was an offer the world could not buy in ordinary circumstances. Juer'lo's breath snagged.
