When the night fell everyone gathered at the throne room. Mark hadn't seen any of them before their meeting. Now all stood there while Allias sat on his throne waiting. He felt anxious, his mind would travel I to so many different things, so many different worries that he felt an upcoming headache smiling devilishly at him. It was time, there was no turning back now.
Once he entered the spacious room he noticed Asmodeus standing in the middle of a demonic seal. It had a round shape with a boldly drawn pentagram in the middle. Runes all around the circle made of bright red paint. His brown eyes landed on the demon's bandaged palm. So it wasn't paint, it was his blood.
