"I see that you seek some form of trade, young man. What is it that you are after?" The Legendary devil finally spoke, her voice smooth and seductive, her eyes probing for any sign of vulnerability.
Vlad's gaze was steady, unyielding as steel, as he focused on the Legendary devil. When he spoke, it was almost robotic, his face betraying not the slightest flicker of emotion, his vital signs and physical reactions impervious to any chance of exposure. "What I seek are devil bloodlines."
The Legendary devil's eyes narrowed, a flicker of interest and wariness crossing her features. She had expected a spark of greed or ambition, something she could latch onto and manipulate. Instead, she was met with a disconcerting void. She could not understand how a mere Mortal could perform such a feat worthy of a soulless and emotionless machine.
