"He's ten years old. The oldest of the bunch."
Luca continued while everyone quietly listened to what sort of demon this child was.
"Son of a well-known doctor. He idolized his father, wanted to become a healer just like him. Admirable, right?"
He gave a humorless smile. "Except Frederick decided he didn't want to study medicine—he wanted to practice it. So what did he do?"
No one answered, while Luca's eyes darkened.
"He used his mother's noble connections to kidnap people. Ordinary people. Peasants, workers, sometimes even patients from nearby villages. And he brought them into his father's old operating room."
The elves faces paled as Luca went on.
"He'd tie them down on the table, open their skin, pull out their organs just to see how long they'd live. He'd remove eyes, cut off limbs, take blood just to measure how much the body could lose before it died."
A collective shudder passed through the crowd.
