Fyrwal and Tessa fell to the ground, their eyes watery, but they managed not to shed a single tear.
Once the last Demon was summoned and they mustered the strength to look up, only Lith and Vastor were still standing.
One because he was used to dealing with pain and anger. They had plagued Lith since he had memory on Earth until the day Elysia was born. He welcomed the feelings of the Demons like old friends, embracing them instead of fighting back.
The other because he was too stubborn to fall and because he considered the souls' grievances but a drop of water compared to the ocean of his crimes.
"Is this the best you can do?" Vastor snarled, knowing that his victims had suffered much worse than any of the Demons he was conjuring. "Stop being angry at me, you losers. Come and get me if you can!"
