I slammed the notebook shut and threw it hard onto the floor. For some reason, I wanted to burn it. The only bright side if it could even be called that was that I wasn't dealing with a literal demonic being. No, it was simpler than that. I was dealing with an Authority wielder someone with an insane level of power.
He could control people, manipulate their minds, just as Adam had said. And perhaps he could do far worse than that. Apparently, this person controlled most of the inhabitants of the Lower District through golden puppet strings.
