Peter knew that trying to rule over animals when he could not understand them was a lost cause. He looked at his new armor, red and black, as if he were a Dark Lord.
The spirits above could dress him up how they wanted, but that would not change his mission.
He needed to get to their stronghold in the skies, somehow. He needed to put an end to them.
The problem with it all was that they had bared the entrance. As he looked at the broken staircase at the Mountain of Mothers, he snorted.
"Peter, we can always ask Mike for a quest. We are yet to pay our bills, and…" Asmodeos tried to distract his lover once more, but he found that Peter's cold eyes were unmovable.
"We can deal with this later. There has to be another way in," Peter said, as he looked at his map. "Red and Blue can fly us up, but I am not sure if they won't be shot down."
