"I'm not accusing you, child, calm down." Of course he's done something, they all have, and surely she has done far more in her life that those poor fools call evil than this little thing has. She holds herself back as his anxiety shows again, because that nervousness, that begging, the fear of anyone greater than them, does trigger a deep instinct to just kill the pest and be over it.

It's easier to hold back when she's feeling like this, anyway. Hard to bother putting the energy into it.

Maybe he's just too young and too uninformed to really understand what has happened to him. Maybe he has lost memories of his true origins. Maybe he's lying. She sighs and tries once again. "What sort of demon are you, then? Why aren't you from the Abyss?" Can the Loumara be from the Hells? Perhaps that explains why their place of origin hasn't yet been discovered. The idea doesn't make an ounce of sense, but neither does what this child seems to be telling her.