As a young demon, what do you do when someone asks you, "Are you a demon?"
Do you listen to the literal voice in your head, urging and pressing you to end their life? Or do you turn back to what is left of your humanity and keep your hands clean?
In the case of Axel Vaelon, now standing in a corner of the dimly lit infirmary room, he kept his gaze fixed on Kinsey, the supposed myth guru who had just questioned what he was.
With a calculated look on her face, Kinsey took a step toward Axel, her eyes scanning his body as if the answers were written all over him. Then she shrugged.
"Hm… I expected demons to be a bit more… reddish."
She stretched her neck, trying to get a glance behind him. "Do you have a tail?" she asked humorously.
