Two centuries ago, Asmodeus had stood beside Abraham, Sarah, and George as one of the four Golden Arbiters, pillars of strength within the Federation. Back then, he was noble, unshakable. But when his wife died, the change began.
At first, it was small enough that even the others missed it, a pause too long when her name was mentioned, and an edge in his voice whenever he remembered her face. But by the time Abraham and Sarah realized, it was too late. Asmodeus had already committed the unthinkable, sacrificing Abraham's own son in a forbidden ritual meant to bring his wife back.
She never returned.
What remained was a man hollowed out, mind warped, clinging to a demon's promise that his beloved would walk the world again. For two hundred years, he had fed that lie, becoming a devoted servant to the very monsters they hunted.
Now, face-to-face in the wide marble hall, Abraham and Sarah were here for retribution, blood for blood.
