The Antun family were weak demons. At least, they were in the past. Children born to his family only held skills to be servants for wealthier, more powerful beings. He, on the other hand, had been born with more power than his body knew what to do with. The Antuns was ashamed of this power.
Cyl wanted to go for a drive. He’d have to pass through the house to reach Nuall’s vehicle. He didn’t want to run into anyone, least of all Nuall.
Mortaus was the most advanced land in the world. Researchers and engineers visited the human world to examine their technology and adapt it for demon use. They even discovered medical remedies for diseases spells couldn’t cure. Of course, they never shared this technology with anyone outside the land’s walls.
He walked to her window. The Otav family mansion stood four stories. Nuall’s room was on the top floor. Could he jump without destroying the ground? Probably not. Besides, sneaking out the window was the coward’s way out. He walked past Nuall’s broken door. He’d get blamed for it.
Mortaus. The Crystal Land. Paradise. Lies demons on the inside told the rest of the world. Not entirely. The buildings were made of immortal clear crystals. Researches spent centuries studying the crystals. They still didn’t know how to emulate it. Mortaus boasted the best of everything. The best schools, library, way of life. The residents were happy here. Any map of the demon world would show Mortaus at the center with everything else shrinking in its presence.
Demons would sell their children to live here. Demons betrayed their families just to be allowed to work as a street cleaner. The outside didn’t know. Everything and everyone here had a place. They weren’t supposed to wish for things above them. They weren’t supposed to have more power than the demons here thought they deserved. Demons glared at Cyl as though he had murdered their prodigy.
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