They truly believed demons granted gifts without a price. None of them knew how dreadful immortality could be.
Living a long life without fear of death? Of course, she could grant it. However, the moment they dared to accept these gifts, their souls would cease to belong to themselves, and they would become nothing more than obedient puppets.
Living forever as her slaves. Duvessa had no intention of correcting their fantasies. After all, hope was always the sweetest bait.
The chamber gradually fell silent once more. Just as the Council members thought the meeting had concluded, Duvessa, sitting cross legged, idly dangling a high heel from her toes, remembered Mammon's instructions.
She placed her attention on her loyal slaves again.
"There is one more matter. During your years within human society… have any of you come across women possessing… peculiar abilities?"
