"Ergh... that was just a joke, First."
Sweat beads trickled down Eron's face.
"That's not enough reason, Uncle."
First slowly shook her head, making Eron feel a guilt trip. Her eyes then rolled towards Teren before she began walking closer to his back and whispering.
"You're the Devil Himself? The Merciless Torturer?"
"I don't know about the second one."
Teren glanced at first who invaded his personal space. Ivan wanted to say something, however, looking at the fire that burns within First's eyes, those words got stuck in his throat.
"So you are the Devil Himself. I've always been wanting to meet you."
Teren felt heat emanating from First. He had met a few women who are not reserved towards their desires, First seemed to be one of them.
However, this desire... it's a little different.
"My little brother, Eight, you know him? The one you picked whose eyes?"
