("Rowdiness")
We were not solitary anymore. Some twelfth of the dark Princes gathered in the banquet.
Each filling the chairs with their names boldly encrypted on there temple.
Noctar, Uziel, Azza, Sealtiel, Azrael, Nakir, Hadraniel, Cassiel, Dumah, Yomiel, Zephone, Samael.
As Benjamin progress to where's comfortable for himself, his course of action making visible his left arm: a Ruby almost tasteless tattoo.
A Ruby tattoo with wings. Only Ely-guidance cohabit such unique piece of art.
I was thrown out from my thoughts by the exultation of a middle aged man with flesh so thin and translucent it barely covers anything. Merely raising his arms, "let the bidding begins." he promulgated.
It's a bidding of souls among these sovereignty. Souls for 'The Creation Stone'; an incorruptible stone, always scintillating, the source of life, fountain of all the being and principle of all things. This stone produces all and nothing perishes except which it consumes. and from it emanates a little spark which makes all fire of the Sun, of the Moon and the Stars. That is what I know of this fundamental stone in my younger days.
He opened to the Princes at the same time this Manuscript whose cover was a thin plate of gold covered with diamonds, rubies, topazes and sapphire whose brilliance, it was impossible to bear.
The paper was a dazzling whiteness from the reflections in his face.
"I will now call out in this book the names of the captured Elysian and their qualities." He said. "but let us occupy our minds that the minimum bid equal to this soul is sixty deaths of Earthman to please Hades.
("Whispering silently among themselves")
There was a pause in which the middle aged man looked about expecting someone to oppose. But no one did.
Very well then. Shall we.
The first name was called. "Walter.Walter Hans." After a brief hesitation, a tall blonde well robed young man went forth from among us. From his robe one could tell he had means.