A Demon

40th, 7th, 519.

It was a few days after her death. 

'Please. Can you at least retrieve her remains? I want to give her a proper burial.'

'Fuck off! The wolf is already cremated.' The fat man waved his hand. 

The 17-year-old Varian still followed him persistently. 'Sir, is there anything she said during her last before she died.'

The fat man paused for a moment and glanced at the desperate teenager. 

Not even an awakened. This teenager was destined to be a trash. 

'Yes. She said something.' The fat man nodded. 

'What?! Please tell me.' Young Varian asked, no, pleaded. 

The fat man walked up to the teenager and Young Varian leaned down. 

The fat man whispered into his ear. 'Don't tell anyone I said this, okay?'

Young Varian nodded desperately. 'Yes. I won't reveal to another soul.'

His tone turned serious. 'Swear on your dead mom.'

'Pardon?'