"Shut up...SHUT UP!!! I...I am not a fucking HUMAN, understand?! I am the Demon Lord, the harbinger of death to filthy humans like you, do not...do not ever call me human."
Huh, looks like I hit a sore spot. He must have gone through some shit on Earth.
"Which era are you from? Appraisal says you're three hundred and sixty seven, which would mean you died sometime in the early 1800s. Well, I suppose you could've lived in a different era and got reincarnated in this world at-...," I began.
"Enough! I will not speak of this any further, understand?!" He snapped furiously.
Yup, definitely a sore spot.
It's probably dangerous to keep provoking him like this, so I should quit while I'm ahead. More importantly...how do I get out of this?
I think I've managed to keep my cool pretty well, all things considered, but this is still a pretty dire situation I've found myself in here.
