The Second Layer of the Abyss, the city of Miseria.
This was one of Makareth's lairs. Though he had conquered the Demondrake territory, he preferred to reside in his original domain—a land he had carved out with his own two fists, paid for in blood and sweat.
"Guards," Makareth's indifferent voice echoed coldly from within the demonic castle.
A squad of demon guards entered his meditation chamber.
"My orders," he said without opening his eyes. "Take half of the latest tribute and deliver it to Vigil's Point. If the lady of the house asks why, tell her disaster is coming, and that she should prepare."
Within the Champions Alliance, when it came to playing the game, to political savvy, Makareth was second to none. He executed every move flawlessly.
The guards departed to carry out his command.
Far away, in Vigil's Point, the succubus Delilah's eyes slowly opened in her private chamber. A brilliant, captivating light flared within them before softening.
She had ascended.
