"We know who you are..." I looked the men dead in the eyes.
"You may think you know, but you don't, I'm not who you think I am." The two men looked at each other.
"Come on, sweetheart, we know you from that one website..." They wobbled lightly, their breath stunk with the lingering scent of beer and whiskey. I raised an eyebrow.
"What website?" One of them leaned in, touching my hair with a shaky hand. I huffed and smacked his hand. "Don't touch me, you filthy pig." The other man set a hand on the wall behind me, standing with a somewhat drunk dominance, which was clearly pitiful.
"Let us take you home, little mouse." I stepped back against the wall as the other man stood at the other side of me, drunk and following the first man's actions. They looked at me, waiting for me to give in. I sighed and looked down.
"I won't let you take me home..." Their faces turned with excitement, ignoring my words. "My brother wouldn't like the way you're acting. He'll tear your throats out if you don't listen to me." Corin stood behind the two men, his silhouette showing his demon extremities.
"You two aren't listening to my sister... What do you have to say?" His face twisted with anger and he growled under his breath, somehow looming over the two drunk men. The men looked at Corin, cowering with drunken fear.
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Satan's Spawns
HumorCorin and Kalra are brother and sister, their father Satan himself. But they were sent to the Overworld because the mighty demon king's kingdom is shrinking. They must try to over rule the president and any other hierarchy. But what can a demon do w...
