Silas's eyes narrowed as he processed Asmodeus's words. The demon's casual tone belied the weight of the information he'd just shared.
"Where can I find this person who doesn't deserve a body?" Silas asked, his voice tight with suspicion.
Asmodeus's lips curled into a smirk. "Ah, curious, are we? He goes by the name Malachi Blackthorn. A fitting name for one so thorny."
Silas crossed his arms, his patience wearing thin. "And what did he do that justifies taking his body for Kaelix?"
The demon's eyes flashed with a mix of amusement and something darker. "Malachi committed deeds so vile, even by Hell's standards, that his continued existence is an affront to both the living and the dead."
Silas pressed on, determined to get all the information he could. "Where can I find him?"
Asmodeus leaned back, his fiery gaze fixed on Silas. "He's holed up in a mansion on the edge of town. But there's a catch, of course."
