"Well, that is fair and a good way to keep yourself occupied, but what drove you all to come up here. This place is normally just home to the super old and crusty Demons buried under the trees," I said, and Dragees rolled her eyes, pulling at the longhorn on her forehead.
"The Black king is turning the lower realms into strange places, and it is no longer about pleasure, pain, and fear... it is rather disgusting down there," Dragees said with a shiver, and I frowned.
"What could be down there that you find so repulsive?" I asked, and Dragees turned away.
"I don't want to talk about it. Too many painful memories," She said, and I raised my hand.
"How about you feel like talking, or I fill you full of air until you burst all over this village?" I asked, and Lexi Grabbed my arm, but I didn't drop it.
"You know? I suddenly feel the compelling urge to share my traumatic memories," Dragees said, and I nodded, lowering my arm.
