"I figured you'd arrive before me. Zag, did you call me just to brag? Grow up." Thanatos said, glaring at the towering structure of fleshy mass, bearing thick, elongated veins throbbing as if alive, black as tar. Thanatos sighed and stood, unsure what to do. He had gotten in contact with Iliana, but she merely said, 'screw em.'
That hadn't been the answer he had been looking for, but he couldn't simply abandon them.
It had been an entire year, and things were growing worse by the day. The sun seemed to have perished with the death of Aria Silvermane, leaving the world a slave to the night. And with many restrictions gone, demons were evolving after every battle. They were growing smarter, faster, and more resilient to modern technology as they found themselves attuning to the Nine Hells.
