I don’t know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn’t what happened.
His head rolling off his shoulder, his skin gushing with the blood of a demon, his tenure as death ending. Those were just a few scenarios my mind pictured that never happened.
“It still remembers its former master – You have to let it go completely, “
Again, Astaroth, the supposed master schemer had succumbed to subjectivity and now his plan was a little more than a moot point. He still tried desperately but for what?
Grey was still shackled, rendered powerless by Orium, the plant that was thorns that could render any demon, despite their rank, powerless.
Grey was still shackled but his head was not off his shoulder and not a single drop of his blood had been spilled. He was still as he was but there was a s
