A young man with long antlers entered the castle, torches of lamplight were serving the house of Savul. The young man had a deep scar on the left side of his face and the symbol of his demonic God was tattooed on his forehead.
He crossed the courtyard where the imps were getting drunk, he drew off his hood and his long black hair brushed back in the air, passing by the great statue of Savul he halted in front of the building gateway, he fell on his knees and his hands formed like a cross and rested on his chest.
"My Lord, I am here to report."
He announced his arrival, his sharp blue eyes twinkled as he gazed at the groaning door that went wide for him to enter.
"Come in," a hoarse tune permitted him to step inside that castle of Savul.
He stood up on his feet, a strong wind lashed out and a black cloud shaped beside him. The person among the cloud had red eyes and a gross face. The young man even didn't bother to look at the witch.
