Asmodeus looked at Astaroth next to him and shook his head slightly.
"You need to get your emotions under better control, young, foolish master. If not, you will never earn the respect of old shrews like these."
The twelve men that stood behind the Matriarchs had all stepped forth, weapons drawn, and auras of immense magic crashing into the four people in front of them
The one behind the head Matriarch spoke up.
"I recognize you, demon of old. What is a dog of Solomon doing here, away from its master?" he asked, his tone stern but calm.
Asmodeus looked at him and snickered.
"I see there are still people alive who remember the true faces of fear. But I am afraid you are wrong, little human. I am not away from my master, simply away from the old one."
The head Matriarch looked at Astaroth, whose face was dark, and whose eyes showed emotions that should never be in the eyes of a ruler.
