Yarin's POV:
"That's why Linda hated the werewolves. She swore that she wouldn't let the werewolves have it easy as long as she was alive," Azazel said casually. "What a persistent girl. Even I almost can't help but love her."
However, I could clearly sense that there was an endless coldness hidden behind those seemingly praising words.
There was no love, no liking, no acceptance, no contempt. Azazel treated Linda like a wildflower by the road. He glanced at her and then left indifferently.
He told me Linda's story without reservation. He told me everything Linda had done for him, but it felt like he was casually telling me the story of a stranger.
This devil had no heart at all. Whether others loved or hated him, nothing mattered to him.
Now that I was sharing the same body with this heartless demon, I couldn't help but feel that my future was bleak and hopeless.
