Stray Hair One looked around, but Ruger put out a hand to stop it. It immediately settled down and focused on eating the little treats on its plate. Once it finished, it neither looked around nor wandered off, simply waiting beside the plate.
For a time, only the short demon's panting echoed through the vast, dim hall.
Crack!
The peculiar little demon tugged at its fingernails and snapped off two fingers, tossing them onto its plate amid the patter of dripping blood.
Ruger raised an eyebrow, suddenly noticing emotionally charged gazes upon him. Both figures to either side had turned their attention to him.
The short demon stared at him with a vicious, brooding look.
Kurt, meanwhile, smiled and slowly nodded at him, then pointed at the table.
Ruger paused, then copied the only thing Kurt had ever done to the table, raising his hand and gently tapping it twice with a bent finger.
Clang! Clang!
The murky light that had remained suspended fell toward the demon's plate the moment the sound rang out.
At the same time, the two severed fingers vanished.
Ruger found this interesting and looked at Kurt. Seeing his glance, Kurt nodded slightly again, seemingly praising him for doing well.
Once the short demon finished its portion, the mutilated God of Sorrow began tearing at its body again.
Ruger noticed a flicker of fear in the peculiar little demon's expression the instant the God of Sorrow moved, but an even greater surge of desire and excitement quickly drowned it out.
Another dish came into being, and the God of Sorrow's eternally weeping eyes vanished.
The ball of light split into three.
Stray Hair One lay beside its plate, eating silently. Ruger no longer paid it any attention.
Panting heavily, the short demon snapped off two toes,