As Alex returned home, he reached into his mind space for a moment to give instructions.
As he arrived, the air was thick with the cacophony of the eight demon kings, their voices clashing in a chaotic symphony, arguing about who should consume this new soul inside the soul space.
"Quiet!" Alex snapped, as the voices died down.
Alex looked at all of them and glanced over at Sangis, who was quietly observing them in a corner.
"I didn't send this man's soul in here for you to snack on. This is not a game. He was working for someone, and we need to know when that someone is getting here. Whoever finds me those answers first gets to eat the soul," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of the task.
But that left one massive issue.
"Sir," Paimon said, walking toward him with a lascivious gait.
