Chapter 19

"You know how envy is..." Octavius replied, to Faye and me, deliberately ignoring Vraxlon's sword on the table, as he sat, grudgingly, next to him. "Although you really like to flaunt everything they don't have, and everything you take from others, you are too fearful to face something when it goes wrong.”

"And why would the demons be rising more and more to the earth? "I asked, recovering that absurd hunger that seemed to fall asleep in the presence of Octavius. I filled my plate with bread, hazelnut cream and filled a bowl of polished and shiny gold with green juice that smelled and tasted like watermelon.”

It had not occurred to me until the moment that the food and water of hell worked in the same way as the human world. In fact, I even frowned in a silent question for that, as I studied hazelnut cream and the taste identical to any cream in the real world. And I came to the conclusion that it was a merit for the question of magic to adapt to my tastes and needs as a human