He could not see me but I could see him. His head was downcast and his black hair fell around him, obscuring his face. The pallor of his skin was, for the first time, unflattering.
In that space, with a ring of fire in the distance, guarding a door, the air was still because there really was barely any of it. My clothes clung to my body, from the river of fire, the ring of fire, the darkness of the space, everything. It was not just the heat of the place that made me sweat, it was also the rage bubbling deep within my soul.
My job was simple, extract an oath from Grey. Make him swear to not give up his powers no matter what. I was not a fool, that oath would come at an expense to me. Maybe I would be degraded. Maybe I would be tortured. Maybe Astaroth would find I had no use in his sch
