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“Dreadlord, dreadlord! Heeyyy!”
The white haired demon turned his head to see Chiliarch running towards him. He raised an eyebrow and put a hand on his hip. “What’s up?”
Chiliarch pouted, and Dreadlord resisted the urge to squish her cheeks. God, she could be so cute sometimes. He regained his composure and waited for an answer from the other half.
“We’re out of cookies. What else?” She tacked on. That earned a scowl from Dreadlord, and Chiliarch beamed at him. The man could almost see angel wings and a halo on her.
“Can’t you wait a few days without cookies? You’re obsessed with them. You’re gonna get fat,” he told her. Of course that was a lie. No matter how much the little rascal ate, she never gained any weight.
Chiliarch looked at Dreadlord incredulously, jaw dropping. “What?”
“You heard me, squirt. You can stash up your cookies another day, it can’t be that bad waiting,” he said, his voice stern. “And do you know how much money I’m spend buying those cookies? I have to buy the expensive ones just to satisfy your taste buds…”
The child glared at her servant, and Dreadlord held his hands up in surrender... Until he saw tears coming out of Chiliarch’s eyes.
Oh god, not the water works. Please, no.
He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes.
“Ok, fine, jeez! But I’m inviting Royal Guard over to bake the cookies. It’s been awhile you’ve eaten something he made right?” he said in defeat, rolling his eyes.
Chiliarch threw her arms up, and the tears had already mysteriously disappeared. She cheered and pranced around in a circle before hugging Dreadlord. “Thank you!”
This kid, the man thought. Those tears were definitely fake.
“Oh, and good luck with Royal Guard. You guys have some more time to spend with each other, thanks to me,” was the last thing Chiliarch said before running down the hallway.
Dreadlord could’ve swore she winked at him.
Ugh.