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Hearing the demon’s name from her lips made him all the more certain it was true. She sounded as if his name was not entirely unknown; as if she had suspected he was a demon all along. The resolve in her desire to see him ended made the boy all too aware that she was a warrior before all else. In that moment, he knew he never desired to meet her in battle. He had no doubt she would neither hesitate nor give him leeway. At the same time, a secondary impulse desired nothing more then to know her through bloodshed.
Her request made a vicious need rise in his chest. He wanted to rend her father from one end to another, and scatter him to the four winds. He wanted blood and fire. Then he recalled the holy rage in his father’s eyes.“I won’t,” he promised her slowly, barely able to hide the fury in his tone. “Your mother must have been remarkable,” he added quietly. “, to create someone like you from a beast.” [/html]