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"I feed on a kind of greed that only seems to manifest in high level leaders. The type of greed that you possess is weak, tasteless, and painful. But the greed that your 'king' possesses is so pure, so delicious, that I can feed from it. I am like a hungry stray, you are the man who takes in the animal, and your king is the meat that you feed to the stray. They have ways of keeping me out of the city, ways that when an human army attacks, are diverted to that and not demons. This is why I need you. And, as a foreigner I used to know would always say, 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend.'" Adion hissed out. It wasn't like an angry hiss, but one that matched the smoke coming off of his almost ethereal body. The demon had not moved at all, excluding his smoke, when he spoke. He seemed to be starting intently at some part of Aleraeno, but since the eyes were a pure, pupilless color, that could not be told which part though.