Capital of Alovena...
King Rozen and his elf magician stepped inside a cold area, on the skirt of a mountain that ash cloud was lazily streaming up its crater and mixed with the snow.
Walking inside a cave with a vast environment, two giant imps were standing on a platform rock.
"Are you sure that they obey those words?"
"Yes, master! Otherwise, they would have killed us already."
The King smirked satisfyingly.
"Did they have enough blood and hearts, Holin?"
"Yes, now they can change form if I speak to them."
"Do it."
The King ordered and the dark elf began to chant the hell words, the two red-winged figures exchanged glances. Shifting their forms, they became red demons with the human figure, red-skinned, large horns on their heads, and the wings wrapped on the back of their shoulder bones.
They jumped down the platform and strode to the men, both taller than the elf, one male, one human.
