I watched as the demon drank greedily from the pouch, after which she resumed tearing into her meat skewer with rushed, focused intensity.
Then, all of a sudden, she paused and looked up from her meal to me. Her lips parted, but no words came out. After a few silent seconds, she finally spoke in a timid voice, "…You are very strange."
"Huh?" I frowned, pointing at myself.
'I'm strange?'
Lilith looked back down at her meal, then asked, "Are you not afraid of me?"
"Afraid? …Why would I be afraid of you?"
Lilith's blue eyes wavered for a bit, then she muttered bitterly, "Everyone who sees me either runs away in fear, tries to hurt me, or calls me a monster and a freak."
