The silence after the Demon King's refusal was suffocating.
Cerberus stared at the floor. His knuckles were pale where he gripped his own arm, the bruises from the choking already darkening along his throat.
Rin didn't move.
He stood between them, his arms crossed, his eyes fixed on his grandfather's face. He was thinking. Calculating. He wanted to make sure Cerberus gets what he wants. Because for some reason, he trusts him. After all, he's his little niblet. If Cerberus is trying to become the spy here for Asmodeus, they'll be able to get rid of him so easily.
"You said no," Rin said finally.
"I did," the Demon King replied. "I'm not repeating myself again."
"Is it because you don't trust him?"
"Correct. There's nothing that will make me trust the demons that betrayed me and threatened my people."
Rin tilted his head slowly. "Then what would it take?"
The Demon King looked at him. "What?"
