Dolemeck sighed, getting on his knees on the ground with his fingers interlaced behind his head. He was ready to surrender and be taken in as a prisoner, as he was unsure of the intent of Bram and Greg. His eyes soon shifted over to Tyler, a bit surprised by his question.
"Nay, I am just like any other mortal. if I get injured, I require treatment and medication. This should only require some antiseptic and clean bandages. Demons to not have the cleanest of mouths... and I do not wish to get infected and made incredibly ill." He spoke in a soft tone of voice. "No one knows how long of a life I shall live, but the only thing that is known for sure about me is that I do not age. I look as I did before I was sentenced to Limbo."
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