Nikita was already past the age of valuing appearances.
To a Demon, a pretty face couldn't compare to a pair of beautiful eyes. And this Ancient Leather Giant just happened to have a pair of beautifully colored eyes, which greatly alleviated the discomfort its fierce face caused the Female Demon.
The Female Demon walked in front of the Giant.
She reached out her hand, gently patting the scorched black hairs on the Ancient Leather Giant's forearm, brushing away the remaining ashes.
The Ancient Leather Giant's chest emitted a rumbling sound, its face cycling through a range of expressions, striving to convey to the being before it - the one who controlled its life and death - the idea of submission, the desire to do something for her.
"The more you do, the more mistakes you make."
