Thea couldn’t help but return her smile. She drew an absentminded design into the condensation of her own glass, unable to look away from the demon as she asked, “Do you miss it?” Mag’dremas grabbed the seat of her booth on either side of her and leaned in conspiratorially. Voice low, she confessed, “The thing about Hell is that everyone is constantly trying to leave it.” Her shoulders bounced in a bashful shrug. “The Mortal Plane offers many pleasures unavailable to us Below. Though I think my favorite pleasure has been your company.” By Mag’dremas’ simper, she knew exactly what she was
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