He didn't stop at one bite.
He tore into the meat like a man who had been starving for weeks, which, in all honesty, he had been.
His jaw worked overtime as he chewed and swallowed in rapid succession.
The warmth of the food quickly spread through his body in a way that felt almost surreal after so long without anything proper.
The demons around him didn't question it. If anything, a few of them snorted in amusement.
"Damn, you look like you've been through hell," one of them said.
"Definitely feels like it," Elion replied between bites without even bothering to look up.
Another demon tossed him a second skewer.
"Here, before the others take it," he said lazily.
Elion caught it without hesitation.
"Appreciate it."
There were only about five demons from those gathered around the fire who were actually talking to him, and a few others chose to keep to themselves, while some other, smaller, lower-level ones did not seem to be capable of speaking the human language at all.
