Jaquer had only two dreams. One, become an elite demon hunter; two, marry Princess Hader.
But both of his dreams were crushed by a single name, Venor. The newfound commander of the demons.
When he thought his life couldn't get worse, the entire scenario turned like a twisted knife when he was sent to slave under the demon commander.
Sacrificed as a scapegoat for the kingdom, he and his hunter team, along with the princess, were exiled to the Demon Realm.
Feeling betrayed and disappointed by their very own people, they made a brilliant plan to escape.
But was it easy?
No, there were several barricades to cross and, importantly, or strangely, Venor was always looking out for Jaquer, as if expecting any trouble from him.
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"Feed me, little thing." Venor glanced at the angry little man but still opened his mouth to be fed.
Jaquer bit his lower lip as blood of rage boiled under his skin. But he had no choice. Did he?
Therefore, he took the fork and projected towards Venor.
Towards his mouth? No.
Towards his eyes? Yes.