Damon sneered and raised his brows, why was he a demon was it just because it rhymed with his name.
Or was his nature actually demonic.
"Wow that actually rhymes."
His gaze turned cold as he looked at the Archivist.
"What sins would those be? Let me guess. Is it murder, cannibalism, or theft. I did it, sue me. Oh wait, you already are. You hold no power over me."
The Archivist did not respond. The title on the book shifted until it read Damon the demon.
Damon grimaced. He had actually earned one of those cursed names.
The Archivist turned the book to the other side and opened it from the far end.
"You have committed many sins Damon the demon."
Its voice droned as the pages glimmered with shifting ink.
