Deamonz New Leader“But Cyril, you’re the only leader we could possibly have for the Deamons. Look at all the different things we’ve accomplished,” the right hand man of the Deamons said to his leader as he stood in the room one with a door. It was closed for obvious reasons; the other men didn’t need to hear their leader was attempting to leave them after so many years.
“You know me better than that. If I wasn’t like this,” Cyril spat as he motioned with his hand to his body. “I would stay, but sadly there is no guarantee I could keep all of you safe. They have their methods of making others do their bidding. Besides, I can’t even control.”
“We can help you!” he watched Cyril sigh as he sat there on the broken down chair. He knew Cyril was at least thinking about that option with his thumb and fore finger pinching the bridge of his nose. “We can’t lose you. Not you as Cyril or Tybalt.”
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