"Have I seen you somewhere?" Skender asked the man, trying to take a closer look.
"Perhaps." The man replied.
"You knew my parents?"
His lips twitched. "You remember?"
"You killed them?" Skender said.
"I had nothing against your parents."
"But you killed them."
The man tilted his head. "Yes."
"Why?"
"For the same reason that I will kill you."
"And what is that?" Skender wondered.
The man chuckled. "Well, I am creating something and the witches insist that you need to be sacrificed for that after I use your blood. It is just one of the things they believe in but…" he shrugged. "They know what they are doing."
"I hope you know what you are doing," Skender said. "This seems foolish."
"Indeed. It is not easy with defenders even newborn ones like yourself, who don't have a trained demon. But I have always been a risk-taker."
