"I have always been watching over you. That mask of yours is mine, after all."
Those were the first words I heard in that empty space inside my head.
"The spatial magic would have been troublesome, I wouldn't have been able to do see anything if you kept me there, but I see my dear Charlotte's ring immediately sucked me in."
The demon of many faces.
The ruler of all rhetoric and sciences.
Grand Arch-Duke of Hell, and one of the strongest demons in existence despite having next to no physical prowess.
"My name is Dantalian, and this place within your memories was made by me."
It wasn't shocking.
Nothing was shocking, not after I had just ended another spirit, and crushed it under my thumbs.
"So? Should I kill you as well?"
"That would be quite inconvenient. You see, that body of yours was supposed to be a vessel for me. I had made a promise with your mother."
I remember looking down at my hands, at the stone in my hand.
"Too bad, it's already mine."
