“Amy..” I whispered, clutching his arm. He’d refused to let Barbatos into the house, but the Demon as I had found out Barbatos was, did not care. His story was like all of my fears coming true. “They took his pregnant lover.” I murmured. Amy scoffed.
“It could be a lie. He’s made it known what he feels about humans.” Amy’s arms were crossed, his feet planted wide, flames dancing over his skin in fitful bursts.
“Amy!” I pleaded, hugging Char’s child closer. Amy glanced at me, and I saw fear in his own eyes. Fear he was trying to hide.
“If he even had a human lover, she probably left to get away from him.” Amy retorted. I glanced at Barbatos swiftly.
“Amy please. How would you feel if it was me that had been taken?” I saw the exact moment he began to crumble, and silently cheered inside
