Cries of woe and incertitude washed into the orangish evening. Locations changed, a landscape swapped, akin to a painting being replaced – the sunny, hot, and dry, Elendor, is replaced by Hidros, more specifically, Rotherham.
Loud lights trickled along the runway, a man and woman disembarked. "-Back to where it started," said the prince of lust, "-holding straight, Kul?"
"Don't underestimate me," went to and fro, a tumultuous relation known as the great bond of the dog and the cat. The parked jet's engine cooled to a stop, the cacophonous roar replaced by the chatter – the centerpiece, Éclair, he leaned upon a convertible car, waiting for the guests to arrive.
"Old friend," said Asmodeus, "-long time no see," they shuffled onto the cleaner part of the hangar, Kul, dressed in very casual jeans and shirt, made no effort in bringing her charm. For the prince of lust, the galvanizing personality and flashy suit brought a sense of superiority.
