A wide grin was etched onto Anathema"s face as he led the small band of demons across the holy plains in the north-east of Meraxor, the Brotherhood"s lands. They were able to approach Eresteid unnoticed, and that was when he would unleash his powers and destroy his young target and everyone around him. He cast his mind back a few hours and recalled his conversation with Vincent on his dispatch.
“Anathema, let me tell you about your target.”
“No need. It"s not important. Who or what he is, is irrelevant. He needs to be killed. That"s all I need to know.”
“How will you ensure you get the right person?”
Anathema had laughed. “You misunderstand me. When I said he"ll be killed, I meant I"ll kill all of them. Man, woman, child—it doesn"t matter. If I encounter them, they shall die and I guar
