"So you're recruiting, then." Julian summarised for him.
"I am," Asmodeus answered. If he was upset that his story hadn't received a standing ovation, he didn't show it.
"Recruiting whom, not just me I hope."
"No, no, no." Asmodeus leaning in conspiratorially. "The Big Push is coming, the real war is about to kick off. We need some Sable fodder."
Julian wrinkled his face; Sable! Why did it always come back to Sable? He had, for the longest time, thought that Sable was dead but ... "Sable's still alive? I thought he died in Israel?"
"It's complicated. I - I -" he actually stammered and looked genuinely distressed. He leaned even closer and almost whispered. "I don't know."
Julian just stared. He knew how much that must have cost the little fellow to admit to. Asmodeus had somehow gott
