"As I rested my eyes upon the world, fire was reflected in my indifferent pupils, the flames dancing as if to mock my peace. Humans had set fire to the pyre beneath me, ready to burn me at the stake. But little did they know… from its sleep, they had roused the beast, the man-eating beast. So, let the nightmare begin, for I shall step out of the smoky darkness, and let my bloody red eyes pave the way to hell."
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Daemon went through the file in his hand before putting it aside disinterestedly. At least he now had some more private place to let loose his craving for speed on the days he would miss the chaos of his previous job, or rather, his dead brothers.
As for the lack of efficiency in transferring the racetrack to his name, that didn't matter at all. It was already good enough that Connel was being a gentleman by being straightforward, and not trying to spite him.
