Chapter 21Asmodeous paced impatiently across the bridge of the Arkus 2, his large, strong hands balled into fists. Clutching the bottom of his Armani suit, he creased the material endlessly. Although he despised humanity on Earth, some of their tailoring and fashion appealed to his narcissistic nature. As such, he'd purchased numerous suits and other highly priced items of clothing while he still could. “So, Sam Becker is gone?” he boomed, the sentence as much a statement as it was a question.
On the other side of the world, standing on the top deck of a car ferry, Namtar gripped the mobile phone in his right hand so tightly he thought he would crush the small device. Taking a deep, chilled lungful of the early morning air he responded. “And Asag, my brother is dead.”
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