The castle was a smoking ruin.
The surviving demons were all lined up before the villagers. I saw them for the critters they were.
Starving ones.
But how could I show them mercy, I asked myself, even if they were just skin and bones when the villagers were jeering?
When they were demanding death, destruction, and blood on the grass?
"I demand a trial," I had no right to. These demons had ruined the lives of these people.
But I still demanded it. Because it was the right thing to do.
Should someone put me on trial, I would be grateful for that kindness.
It beat getting thrown in jail without having a say.
"What? You are going to listen to what they have to say?" Hugo yelled.
I wondered then if he was like Cassiopeia. If he was not who he seemed.
"No! Of course not!" I knew why they had attacked. For all that they were lust demons, there wasn't a single report of rape during my entire stay by the refugees.