Rice

You are demons. Embodiments of evil, at least that's what people call you. Perhaps because they fear your power... or perhaps because they are losing the war they started?

A huge white ball called the moon illuminated the earth. The pleasant silence was broken only by the rustling grass and the sound of your and Rhys's footsteps. The wounded naga periodically responded with a dull ache; just recently, you had been disposing of people who had entered your territory without permission, and one of them had managed to wound you. And the man next to you had gotten his share of it, too. Your shoulder was bleeding, and the smell... made your bloodlust reawaken.

• I'm thirsty..

Unable to contain yourself, you voiced your thoughts. Rhys merely shrugged and responded calmly.

• I don't want to upset you, but you drank all the wine yesterday. No more.

Oh, how these comments of his irritate me. You don't drink that much... a barrel of fine wine, really. Demons can drink even more. And right now, that's not what you need! Although... if you had a bottle, you certainly wouldn't refuse.

• I'm not asking for wine.

A quiet snort was heard. Your irritation seemed to only lighten the mood of this demon. But suddenly he stopped and bared his shoulder. The one that was wounded and smelled so strongly of blood. You were stunned. You simply didn't expect this from him.

• What are you waiting for, Madam Alcohol Queen? Do you need a special invitation?

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