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It feels like hours later and I’m still weak as ever. The djinn haven’t moved around too much, but thankfully have stopped talking to me since the little trip to their version of the future. Dagon still observes his reflection (vain much?), and the others have walked in and out of the room- doing what? I’m not sure. But they are eerily quiet the whole time.
The one that licked me approaches me again, trying to show kindness in his eyes. He offers water- holding it out in a bowl, but I just glare. “I’m Asomdeus,” he says quietly. “And that’s my brother Ramiel. And Dagon.” I definitely don’t miss the glare Dagon sends him, but the other one shows no emotion.
“I don’t care.”
Anger flickers in Asmodeus’ eyes, but like I said, I really don’t care. He tries to bring the bowl to my lip
