A sharp smile formed on her face. "Not only that, my lord, he was leading the other demons to rebel against you."
He leaned close, extended his arm until his fingers lingered on her face, slowly sliding towards her head. "You were the one who changed his pills?"
"Yes," she answered promptly, not reacting at his touch.
"Aaron could have never entered into the hospital with a razor." His fingers pressed against her hair, tugging her head up, he asked, "That was you?"
She licked her lips; her eyes wavered even if her smile didn't. "Some people need more incentive than others."
"And Ruby?"
"Mammon's idea."
He hummed, his eyes glinting with power. "Why should I believe you?"
Instead of an answer, smart on her to not beg, she said slowly. "I've everything to lose and nothing to gain from this. I just want to be useful, Father."
"And do you have something to offer then?"
