Souls

As I finish devouring and storing every bit of what made Lyn's being inside me, I try my best not to relish on her flesh and focused on the task on hand.

Briana who was lying on the ground was too stunned to speak or even move a muscle.

No part of her had strength to do anything as she surrenders to my overwhelming pressure as a Progenitor Demon.

I pick her up once again, but this time, with a clearer mind as my emotions have calmed down thanks to Lyn's will to live.

Since I sense no hint of hostility from her, I decided to be gentler this time around and simply made her sit on my palm.

[Depending on your answer, I can choose to spare you or devour you. If I do the latter, not even your soul will survive.]

Briana musters up the courage to look at my face and try to open her mouth. But probably because of the terror she feels inside, her throat was having a hard time letting out a sound.

"A--A voice was... telling me to... come here!"