Chapter 6: Demons are more thorough about contract
The Amrita
Other than that it was a cure-all elixir, I had no knowledge of its origin, ingredients, or the extent of its potency. But as expected of something so rare that only one character was known to have it, everything from the golden luster to the beautifully crafted bottle screamed precious. It even floated majestically above the demon lord's palm.
'If this is a game, that would be something like an end-game reward, probably...'
I couldn't help but gulp. Without realizing it, my body had leaned forward, like I was in a trance. Maybe because I was.
On that small little box was a gleaming hope, a long-awaited moment of being freed from pain. Something that I desperately prayed for in my previous life, until I was numbed of everything and just gave up. Gave up until my body gave in and I faded.
And now it was there, at the tip of my fingers, just by stretching my hands for a little bit...just a little bit...
But I couldn't reach it, for a strong hand grabbed my stretched arm, stopping my finger from touching it.
And I broke.
Forgetting about being tactful, about holding back, I snapped and looked at the demon lord with contempt. Anger. Frustration. Why?
"Why?!" raising my voice should be the last thing I do, but I couldn't hold into any reason at that moment. I glared at this demon, who stood between me and my freedom.
But when I saw his face—more surprised and concerned than offended—a little part of my mind that was still a little bit sober mustered up some conscience. A realization that I was at the mercy of his pardon, and I felt desperation come up into my throat.