Cambion was coiled up by Monica's tail and dragged in front of her.
Even as Cambion tried hard to keep his eyes shut, that faint scent and hypnotic voice still made his will gradually sink.
A few seconds later, Cambion was gasping for breath, his mouth drooling a string of blood-stained saliva.
"I'll tell you everything I know. I was a Cambion roaming the Blood Wilderness. I was summoned by the Divine Artifact of Duke Zariel, driven by its master..."
Cambion spilled everything he knew, not even concealing the fact that he had smashed a few noses of his kin to stay alive.
Monica found it amusing, this little Cambion had a bit of cunning. Daring to be an envoy, he had some nerve... It's just a pity he was far too weak.
Hell is like this, you can't make a name for yourself just by being brave and cunning. Among the sinful souls in hell, which isn't brave and cunning?
