The demon who visited on me so much misery stands before me, and I would swear he was the uncomfortable one. I swipe at my eyes and wait for him to leave or to mock my pain, something.
"Bid me, by name, to speak only the truth to you."
I arch an eyebrow at him. Why the hell would I want to... and then I remember someone telling me that he was constrained by his maker to only speak the truth when asked to specifically by name. "Will it make this easier for you, if I do this?" His eyes are hooded, but he nods.
I consider not doing it. Why would I make anything easy for him. This bastard obviously needs to speak to me, but has no desire to. Perhaps it is the only sort of subtle torture I can inflict on him.
"Marbas, I Wanda von SacherMosch, bid you speak truthfully to me until the sun rises." I am tired, I am heartsick... and I do not wish to play games any longer.
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"Bid me, by name, to speak only the truth to you."
I arch an eyebrow at him. Why the hell would I want to... and then I remember someone telling me that he was constrained by his maker to only speak the truth when asked to specifically by name. "Will it make this easier for you, if I do this?" His eyes are hooded, but he nods.
I consider not doing it. Why would I make anything easy for him. This bastard obviously needs to speak to me, but has no desire to. Perhaps it is the only sort of subtle torture I can inflict on him.
"Marbas, I Wanda von SacherMosch, bid you speak truthfully to me until the sun rises." I am tired, I am heartsick... and I do not wish to play games any longer.