"Hang on. Just hang on." Valefar said in a flabbergasted tone, placing his hands against his forehead, rubbing it. "I'm trying to get a clear picture here."
"So all this time." He started, speaking against Chandler and the demon behind the former. "You've been in the body of the director of the Haverton Agency?"
"For how fucking long?" Valefar raised his voice. The demon behind Chandler introduced himself as Travez. "Have we met before? Do I even know you?"
"Not directly." Travez explained, floating around Chandler's still body. The human's body lacked any pupils, only pure white eyes. Green mist surrounding Chandler's body as Travez was lacking legs in his current form. "I've heard of the tales of mighty Duke, once great in many things but his own pride and abuse of freedom led to him being the Representative for the Gunsmith himself."
