SOREN
The room was silent for one second before it went up in red demon flames.
One moment the candles held only but a flame and in the next infernos burst out from where the candles once stood.
Soren stood against the flames and the whirling wind, reacting like a pillar against a rainstorm while Bryant and Canaan fled for cover. The only thing that would give him cause to react was seeing Hali again.
When the vases, pictures and scarce furniture in the room collapsed in piles of smoke and fire, Soren’s source demon came forth.
Or rather, his image appeared through the flames.
Azrael Erebus, the primordial god of darkness stared at him with eyes as blank as Soren’s.
He lounged across a throne of black gilded bones, a goblet wrapped around his ring adorned fingers.
Horns shot from
