Haunted Wood I sold my soul to the devil.

He hums in acknowledgment his smirk never fading. “Ah, I see.” He rumbles back. “Then I accept. I also don’t agree to using you as a pup factory, cariña. Seems unfair to me.” He comments. “How did you survive beside Vengeance?” He wonders aloud to her, the man sounds horrible. Though he didn’t want Serem to talk about it if she didn’t feel comfortable.