An Urge

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"What do I do?" Fuhrer thought to himself. He was conflicted. After all, this was a request that came from Destrys himself. Not only was he an existence he didn't wish to offend, but he was also someone who imparted knowledge upon Fuhrer.

Thus, even though he was ruthless in most cases, Fuhrer still understood camaraderie and how to treat those deemed as allies. Typically, backstabbing them wasn't one of his desired actions.

Hence, Fuhrer raised his hand and twisted it 90 degrees. This caused the collapsing void to pause its momentum and become stagnant. A contemplative look crept upon his face as he continued to hold control over his technique.

"I understand that you have some qualms against this as he has shown hostility toward your young Lord, and you ancient demons cherish loyalty the most. However, it has been brought to my attention that this kid is indeed my progeny," Detrys revealed, continuing to implore Fuhrer to concede.