The demon staggered backward, eyes trembling as it stared at the two figures before Nolan.
"…So that's it," it muttered.
"They walk in human form… but their true selves were hidden from me."
Its gaze locked onto Damian first.
"One of you is a Divine Dragon."
Then it turned to Lyra.
"And the other…"
Its voice dropped to a whisper.
"A Divine Heaven Behemoth."
The air itself seemed to react to the name.
"And yet…" the demon continued, its breathing uneven,
"you bow your heads… to a human?"
It took another step back.
"This is wrong. This world should not allow this."
Nolan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"So you finally understand," he said calmly.
Damian crossed his arms.
"We've been shapeshifted for a long time," he said.
"Divine beings don't usually walk around in their true forms."
Lyra smiled faintly.
"Still," she added,
"the fact that you can sense us at all is… impressive."
The demon shook its head.
"Then answer me," it demanded.
"Why serve him?"
