Grasping my hands slowly and feeling my old powers returning, I instantly knew that this woman didn't spout nonsense. She was aware of her capability, but most importantly, she was aware of myself--someone who was forgotten by history.

"Consider myself convinced," I began, eyes narrowing with distrust as if I had yet to put my trust in her, while in reality, I had grown to trust her. "You do realize that I am still a demon kin, don't you? A heathen by your standard, a filthy species with the endless hunger of carnal desire and blood. Why do you risk being indebted to me, the one who is worse than other demons?"

She backed away when I stalked closer to her, my tall figure easily looming over her. Such tiny, puny human; yet how could she possess such capability, even far suppressing mine?

"Speak of your plans, human," I demanded, lowering my head so that l could look into those pretty pearls she called her eyes. My tail flicked to where she was, the endpoint pushing her chin up so she could look into my eyes properly.

"That plan to kill Astaroth, tell me about it."