Demon descendants, used to refer to those beings born after intercourse with demons. The blood flowing in their bodies usually comes from their mortal parents, and the other half belongs to the devil. The reason why it is said that the demons are all the children of the devil is because the chaotic demons do not have the concept of reproduction at all, no one knows how these demons appeared, and no demon has ever explained this to ordinary people. Maybe they don't know anything about it themselves.

Comparatively speaking, the appearance of the devil is much clearer. According to the descriptions from the shrines or ancient texts, it is common to believe that the devil is a fallen god and their fallen men. These self-indulgent degenerates expand their race through contracts and trades, but in some cases they deem it worthwhile, they also produce offspring with the mortal race (perhaps as part of the bargain). These descendants inherited the appearance of their mortal blood, but they were inevitably cursed by the demonic bloodline, bound in their flesh by the eternal burning net of fire, and endured burning pain day and night.

Raven knew about the existence of the Demon Descendants, but he had never seen them. In fact, finding a living Demon Descendant can be even more difficult than finding a Demon. After all, the number of demons is relatively stable, and most of the demons will not be able to endure the physical and mental torture, and die at a young age. Even when they grow up, it's easy to suddenly decide to end their lives at some point in time.

The sorcerer looked at the person in front of him curiously, if it was a demon descendant, his behavior just now would make sense. These unclean beings, while enduring great suffering, also possess many incredible powers. The display of those powers cannot even be explained by magic, it is a gift in their blood, a gift from the abyss.

"Greetings from the shadows, Grey Mage. The Demon Descendant bowed deeply to the Cursed Crow, the grace of his movements completely out of proportion to his terrifying appearance. The sorcerer's rare hand touched his chest and bowed slightly, with the arrogance of the crow, there were not many people who could make him do this.

"I was pleasantly surprised to meet you, dear friend. The spellcaster accentuated the word "friend" and wanted the other person to make his attitude clear as soon as possible. The reason why most of the Demon Descendants walk on the earth is to help their parents, who are not accepted by the world, the side of the devil, to complete some kind of business on their behalf, and the cursed crow does not want to be caught up in the calculations of a devil. Even from the point of view of the gray robe, this is too dangerous.

"Oh, don't be nervous, mage. The Demon Spawn laughed and touched his hairless head with his left hand, the smooth head of the Demon Spawn also had red magic stripes. And somehow, when the cursed crow looked at the other party's teeth bared by the smile, he always unconsciously thought of the hyena in the wasteland, the cunning speculator. "Maybe a self-introduction will put you at ease?" the Demon Spawn saw the interlocutor's uneasiness.

The sorcerer shrugged, he didn't believe the other man would tell the truth, but it never hurt to listen. At least you can get to know more about the people in front of you.

"My name is Kalus. As you can see, it's a demon. Krus said, spreading his hands as if to show off his body, "I know my race has always had a bad reputation in this world, but don't worry. I'm free. ”

"Freedom?" the crow tilted his head, creatures born by the devil have never had anything to do with the word, and their wills were destined to be controlled by the devil from birth.

"Yes. I got rid of my father or mother at a very early age, and who knows, the devil doesn't speak of gender. The Demon Spawn kept a palpitating smile, revealing a sharp canine tooth.

"Forgive me for being skeptical. How can you be sure you're free from the devil's grip? I mean, that's the devil. The sorcerer pretended not to believe it, he was pulling information. Hoping to get the other party to leak more information, or lies. The Raven believes that sometimes it is easier to understand a person by lying than by telling the truth.

"Huh. Clarus sneered, he saw that the sorcerer was too obvious in his acting skills, but he didn't care, because he was very proud of the experience of getting rid of his devil's blood, so he lowered his hands and tapped his teeth with his right index finger, "I'm sure I got out of his control because I ate him." ”

"What are you talking about?" Rao was in a gray robe, and the other party's answer was too unbelievable. "You, you ate the devil who gave birth to you?" the shocked look on the crow's face was not pretended. Deep down, the sorcerer wanted Krus to tell a lie, but it was too ridiculous to be convincing. Unless, it really is.

"It tastes good, the thrill of revenge, can you understand it, mage?" a retrospective look appeared on Krus's face, and his whisper sent an inexplicable chill that made the crow take a step back. "Don't be afraid, that was a long time ago. It was a long time ago, when a feared warrior became a big-bellied aristocrat. The Demon Spawn said, his voice lowering. Still, the sorcerer heard him.

"Are you Grand Duke Hammer's companion on his adventures?" he asked.

"Andrey, doesn't that dwarf's name, Andrey Hammer, sound funny?" said Calus, smiling slyly, having been delighted in making fun of the dwarf's name. Because of this, the two guys fought a lot in the tavern during the adventure at that time.

The Raven let out a low laugh out of politeness, but Krus's smile vanished in an instant. Those who know this demon well know that his personality is as elusive as the fire that beats in his eyes.

"I think we've said enough about me. Let's get back to business, Mage. ”

"Cursed Crow, you can call me Cursed Crow. The sorcerer said humbly. From his identity as Karus, he realized the great value of this demon descendant, if he could successfully use him. Krus's eyes rolled, indicating that he had memorized the name of the sorcerer.

"Alright, Curse Raven. I don't think you're going to refuse my advice to you now, are you?"

"Of course, I'd love to hear it. ”

In this alley, a gray-robed mage and a demon descendant whispered to each other. No third person knew what they were talking about, but judging by the smile that unconsciously raised at the corners of their mouths and the sound of whether Clarus was clapping or not, they talked very closely. At the end of the conversation, the Demon Spawn held out his right hand towards the Grey-robed Mage, which burned with a faint scarlet flame.

"So, the deal is open?"

The crow nodded, and also stretched out his hand to hold the other's hand, this is the devil's ritual, and Calus, as the devil's son, can also perform it.

"The deal is executed. ”

Scarlet flames stretched from the Descendant's hand to the Speller's hand, and eventually, leaving a small symbol on the skin of the artery of his wrist that looked like a goat's skull with its eyes on fire.