Dark and Milo sat alone underneath the canopy of trees, a small fire burning between them as they tossed slabs of meat atop it.
Milo got the strange sense of Deja vu again as he watched Dark flip one of the skewers over. Milo looked over his shoulder, noticing Marcos' figure slowly shrinking in the distance as he set off to scout the surrounding area.
It was still strange to Milo, someone as powerful as Dark tagging along on their journey. He knew that he must have had a reason for it, but he wasn't going to ask. He was just glad that should push come to shove, they had someone to fall back on.
Even if he was an enemy.
At least, that was what Milo thought he was, but the more he spoke to the normally ever so troublemsone demon, the more he got the sense that he was just a normal guy. A normal guy who had been absolutely riddled with power nonetheless.
"Hey Dark", Milo started his long winded question.
