A few hours before, the underworld.
“Do you have a plan?” Jun asked from his perch on the couch in front of the desk. He could tell he wanted to go back to the living badly. Not that he could blame him. It was fun up there, especially for a soul that had been human once. He probably felt like he was alive again when he was there. If he hadn’t stolen him from the forest of the dead while he served his punishment, he might have been reborn by now. But souls held power, and Mortus had been harvesting them for years. And that little girl up there was the last piece for him to become the most powerful low-breed demon that ever lived.
She was the offspring of a hell demon and a dead soul, his one and only creation. The dead soul he’d experimented on and turned into a living and breathing low-
