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Chapter 18 - Powder & Potions

It was hard to sneak around the castle during the day, but it was the only time when most demons were asleep. Though the demon master had eyes all over the castle, no one knew for sure if he ever slept.

Not that it mattered. He hated Azrael's guts so the demon master wouldn't really be against anything that resulted in my father's suffering.

I knew my father was out on a mission today, so it was the perfect opportunity for me to sneak into his office. But it wasn't an easy task.

Azrael was a paranoid freak and for good reason. Demons were creatures of pride and envy, and every demon wished to be held in high regard by the demon master.

While everyone was scared of getting stabbed to death at trying to one-up Azrael, it didn't stop them from trying to steal his position. In Hell, everyone has enemies.

My steps were light as a feather as I tiptoed down the corridor to his chambers. It had been a struggle even getting access to his chambers, and I had to threaten/bribe a lot of people. So I had to make this count.

The doors opened under my touch as I turned the silver handle. I pushed open the double doors and stepped inside, closing the doors behind me. I knew for a fact that the demon master wasn't able to look into Azrael's chambers. This was only because the former had had an argument with the latter over this topic years ago, and I had been present in the room at the time.

It was also impossible for another other than Azrael, himself to get into his chambers. I had to threaten Krawshen to get the job done. The conversation went something like this.

'You know,' I began, '-the demon master hates slackers.'

I added a dramatic pause for effect then continued speaking to my nails, 'The last time someone disobeyed his orders, he burned the demon's blackened heart in the fire chamber for a week.'

It wasn't really a lie, more like a half-truth. Rumour was that he had been turned into a Manticore and cursed to roam the grounds of the earth forever.

But I saw the nervousness in Krawshen's face when I took a peek at him. I almost smirked but held it back, maintaining my innocent expression.

Scared, he gave in. I had him make a spell that would allow me to get my father's handprint. It wasn't that hard, I just had to distract my father long enough to get his hand print from his desk or chair.

Krawshen used his spells to convert it into powdery dust. He told me to apply it five minutes before I wanted the spell to work.

Thankfully, it had worked.