I stepped out from the cover of the building and stood in front of the hairy man. He had no way to escape - behind him was a dead end.
"I wonder… what 'curse' could you be talking about?" I asked quietly yet menacingly, folding my arms.
He looked up slowly. I couldn't see his eyes behind his hair, but he could see mine… probably.
"You… cough… you can understand demontongue?" the man rasped after a short silence, spitting out pink blood once again.
My eyes widened. "Demontongue…?"
"Yes… the language you're speaking right now…"
It was then that I realized. He and I were not communicating in Chinese like the other natives of this reality plane. No… it was similar, but there was no doubt it was a different language. It had just felt so natural thanks to the auto-translating system in all players that I didn't even realize until he explicitly pointed it out.
"… Are you a demon?" I asked bluntly. If he was speaking demontongue, then…
