He surveyed the
collection on inert bodies and tried not to look at the flesh of his
daughter heaving with what looked like tentacles below the surface.
“Further to my earlier ponderances on who we were allied with, I
think we've declared for Legion, haven't we?”
“It looks that way.”
Jasfoup drew him to one side. “They're not hurting her you know.
You needn't be so worried about her.”
“Who? Lucy?” Harold
gave a bark of laughter. “I'm not worried. I sure a two year old
can handle a dozen demons living inside her.”
“She's Legion's heir. She can pretty much do anything.”
“I can see her skin
deforming, though.”
“Only because you
have the Sight. If you were looking at her with purely the visual
spectrum you wouldn't see a thing. She's fine, honestly. She can take
two thousand demons inside her without batting an eyelid.” He
frowned. “I can hear myself saying that and I apologise.”
“It gives me the
willies just to think about it.”
“I can imagine.”
“Let's get on, shall
we?”
“Through this door
here, I presume.” Jasfoup pulled unsuccessfully at an exit that
looked to access the glass-walled room. “Dill? Your services are
required once more.”
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