Why?
"Unka Daemon!"
Hell's fire, Mother Night and may the Darkness be merciful, Daemon growled inwardly as his nephew, Daemonar Yaslana, flew into his study and landed right in front of his desk. Lucivar, Marian and, obviously, Daemonar, were spending Winsol at the Hall, so of course he got stuck with the little beast.
"What you doing?" the said little beast asked, glaring at the stacks of sheets of paper with a frighteningly innocent look in his golden eyes.
"Paperwork." Daemon answered, evenly.
"Why?"
Daemon looked up from the requisition form he was currently signing. "Because I have to." He said.
"Why?"
"Because it's my duty."
"Why?"
"Because I'm the Warlord Prince of Dhemlan."
"Why?"
"Because my father left me the Territory."
"Why?"
"Because I'm his heir."
"Why?"
Daemon huffed. He did not like where this was going.
"Because my mother and him had sex a long time ago."
"Why?"
May the Darkness be merciful…
"Because they liked each other."
"Why?"
"Because they had much in common."
"Why?"
He felt his temper rising, but he tried to control it.
"Because they were very powerful people."
"Why?"
"Because they wore dark Jewels."
"Why?"
Now he was really getting pissed off.
"Because Lorn gave them dark Jewels!" He snarled at the little beast, who didn't even flinch.
"Why?"
"Because they were powerful!"
"Why?"
He cracked. Daemon threw his arms to air, grabbed fistfuls of his hair, scratched his scalp painfully with his long nails, and shouted from the top of his lungs:
"I DON'T KNOW!"
A long, long, long silence. Daemonar bit his lower lips, and scrubbed the floor with his shoe. Then, he looked up and gave his Unka a sheepish look.
"Why...?"
Tell me if you find any typo, of any kind. I'm not used to write in English.
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