Kael turned back to the demon, his massive, reptilian head tilting downward until his snout was just inches away from his trembling figure.
His chilling voice resonated within the supervisor's mind, issuing an absolute, unbending mandate: "Start, explain everything."
Yaroth's eyes turned bloodshot due to how hard he was trying to resist, but couldn't do anything as his mouth opened up again.
"I'm a demon… from the demon kingdom, my name is Yaroth… I'm 138 years old…" Yaroth rasped out, his voice a flat, hollow drone that sounded completely devoid of independent consciousness.
Kael barely held back the urge to smack his head into a paste out of anger.
His long, iridescent tail whipped sharply behind him, smashing against the deep blue ice sheet with a concussive crack that sent fine shards of crystalline frost raining down across the bone-strewn floor blocks.
