[ And as soon as those fingers part from his neck, Caesar stumbles back and away a few steps before grabbing ahold of the doorjamb to keep himself from falling over foolishly on his rear end. His other hand flies to his throat, making sure it's still there and wholly intact... it is... a relief.
But the whole time, he's staring right back at Yuber, trying to make sense of what just happened. It worked? That worked? Or had the demon simply decided against killing him right here, right now? ]
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But the whole time, he's staring right back at Yuber, trying to make sense of what just happened. It worked? That worked? Or had the demon simply decided against killing him right here, right now? ]
You... actually listened. Huh.