Nalu had had enough of the endless torment.
He had heard what happened to demons caught by devils—they were tortured, toyed with, then hung as trophies on the obsidian walls of a devil's home.
But compared with these humans, devils were hardly cruel at all.
They drove needle-sharp shards of iron into his body, letting them build up in his flesh. The torment went on day and night without end, yet they asked him nothing, as if they were doing it for fun...
Nalu had lasted this long not because he was tough—demons weren't that tough, and most of them didn't even have bones.
He had only just learned how to beg for mercy.
So when the demon brought before Annan could do nothing but repeat that one plea, a prisoner came over and cast Common Tongue Proficiency on him.
"All right. What do you want to say?"
Nalu stared at the short human before him. At any other time, he could have torn both the man's legs off with ease. Now all he could do was vent his outrage. "You torture... This isn't... civilized!"
Magic really was convenient. One wave of a hand, one spell, and a demon knew an advanced word like "civilized."
Annan wasn't the sort to show mercy indiscriminately. He said calmly, "Did you demons come from the Abyss to the Allen Continent for love and peace?"
"We're going to conquer the Main Plane!"
"If that's all you have to say, I'll send you back."
Nalu fell silent. Compared with that torment, death would be a release.
"I know a secret about the high-ranking demons..."
Annan wasn't surprised that a demon would betray its own kind. Demons were a chaotic lot: when they had enemies, they fought them; when they didn't, they made some.
"You're just