Marketplace

     The small room that they decided to be their meeting place seemed to grow smaller at each minute. The plain wooden walls and wooden ground clashed with his aura of nobility. But it was convenient and there was a small chance of anyone overhearing them. And if anyone just happened to hear anything, they could kill them without an outburst. But each second in this room made Pyro itch with annoyance. Everything was plain and wooden. From the tables and chairs to the cabinet and the "couch" with a few pillows. Maybe it was from his living style, but touching any surface, even with gloves on, made him want to scrub the skin off his fingertips.

     After standing for at least forty-five minutes, Pyro finally watched as the black smoke approached him and started to take form, the figure straightened their scarf as their red eyes flicked up to meet his. A wide grin spread across the demon's face as their red eyes flickered. 

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