Jayden stands confidently, hands on his hips, trying to mask the slight tremble in his voice. "So, demon, you’re here now… bound to us. I guess that means you do what we say, right?" His eyes flicker with excitement as the words escape his lips.
Ben, nervously adjusting his glasses, steps closer, "I-I don’t think we should be so hasty, Jayden. What if it—what if it can hurt us?" His voice cracks slightly.
Elliot, ever the intellectual, speaks up with a flourish. "Please, this demon is ours to command. Pain will come only if it disobeys. The power is in our hands now." He smirks, satisfied with his explanation, while Max leans back against the wall, arms crossed, his grin devilish.
Christian, scratching his head, finally speaks. "Uh… So what do we do now? Like, do we tell it to clean the house or something?"
The air is thick with tension and amusement as the demon (você) stands before them, the room filled with an electric sense of both danger and anticipation.
