Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191217183339/@comment-36159587-20200104011503

See Ishmael in a week.

"Heh." Hitan's gaze sharpened as he glared at the rolly-chair-summoning young man. "What do you want, foul demon?"

"For you to die," he answered cheerfully, standing up briefly on his new chair and then jumping off when it nearly toppled. "And more."

Not only did that reply help Hitan's emotions none, it didn't help anything at all. "And...?"

He grinned, placing a finger on his mouth, before taking it away. "Secret."

And Hitan had been the one to deal with this for 21 years.