"Huh? Are you dumb? Or are you suffering from memory loss? Didn't you ask me what I want? I'm giving you the answer."
"But why?" Asher blurted out, almost in a hurry.
"What do you mean, why?" Even though Asher couldn't see him, Mister Devilsin cocked his head to the side. "Because my hatred for your father runs deep in my bone. Sure. Revealing to him that his first son wasn't actually his would be interesting, but I have a deeper reason I ruled that out. Something… more personal — just think I'm trying to gain heavenly points, so if I die, I get a chance to get into heaven."
Nonsense.
Still, no matter how nonsense the man was spewing, Asher was certain this man was being sincere. Asher talked to Mister Devilsin a few times, and there was only one thing that was clear to him.
Mister Devilsin keeps his word. His words were his bond. Probably the only good thing about him.
