Dalgan, Lord Two, and the two other demons silently watched Ostrag's head roll on the cave's floor. Once they were sure the man was thoroughly dead, they looked at Sylvester.
"Don't," Sylvester warned the two demons. "Don't even try to run; it'll spell your doom. By the time anyone comes searching for you, you'll be nothing but bones."
"Then kill us. It's better than falling into the hands of the Empress. She'll torture us to get to our Father," one of the two demons said.
Sylvester nodded and wiped his spear clean of the blood. "I can, but I wish to avoid unnecessary bloodshed."
"..."
They wanted to point at the headless body, but they chose to be smart and stayed silent.
"Tell me your names," Sylvester asked them as he sat down to wait for the rain to end. "Leave them be. They can't run away even if they want to."
"I'm Zostris."
"Orzoth."
Sylvester sighed, "Your names are hard to remember. What about your last name?"
