The door to the room slid open. This time, instead of them throwing food at him, it was left open for him to walk out. Mortus looked around him wondering of they were truly letting him out. He hadn’t seen Markus in a while. He figured he was going to enter the competition. He wondered if he had succeeded. He was a half low-born demon after all. Luk might be accommodating to them, but would he allow one to mate with his daughter? Mortus walked around the house, following the smell of food all the way to the dining area. He moaned silently when he saw a large table full of all kinds of meat and vegetables. They’d been feeding him stale bread that he’d had no choice but to eat. If not, he would have thrown it out of the window. It was like they were forcing him to experience what it was like
