Chapter 67: Demon Fox and the Monstrous Truth
Kukah's smile flickered for a moment before his usual scowl returned, a grim expression concealing the unease in his heart. "Our village," he began, his voice low and shaky, "is plagued by a terrible force."
Axel stuffed his hands into his pockets, his gaze impassive. "Explain further," he replied, his voice cold and uninterested. His patience was wearing thin.
Kukah bowed deeper, desperation apparent. "We are not like your kind. We are demons—beasts that lie, steal, and kill. But even demons have children... families. We care for our own. I beg you, rid us of this plague that's been haunting us for generations."
Axel hated these types. The ones who tried to tug at emotions rather than get to the point. "I won't ask you again," Axel warned, his tone hardening. "If you don't tell me what you need, I might just kill you all myself."
