Maka's POV
"A truce?!" He asked in a surprised voice.
"Ya a truce. I just thought maybe we could be allies. I know we had our differences in the pasts but we could put that to the side. I know you and father have your differences but still. Truce?" I ask sincerely.
He thought about it. "Let me think about it, come back later" I nod and walk out the door, but not before stepping of the being on the floor. I snicker as he groans in pain. I teleport down to the couch and continue watching my movie. Everyone in the room just looked at me with wide eyes. Then I remembered something, " Masky, Hoodie, come me here please." They walk in front of me. I summon my demon pet. I telepathically tell it to smack on top of their heads. They bolth yell out OW! And I snicker before answering "That's for kidnapping me."
A/n sorry for short chapter I'm just going through some stuff.
~Cyruz
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