“Which is what?” I said.
“I have no idea. You’ll have to pull it from Satan’s memories.”
“Don’t overwhelm me with useful details or anything. We bind Satan, what then?”
“You have to keep the throne clear. It’s sentient. The throne. Whichever demon sits on it first must undergo a trial to claim it. If another demon touches the throne before I’ve solidified my claim, I die.” He wiped off a daub of paint that had gotten on one of the circlet halves.
“What do demons without the benefit of me do?”
“They have their entire clan at their back.”
“We can be your family!” I said. “Temporary clan. Who will then probably murder you sometime in the future, but we’re living in the moment.”
“You’re amusing. Baffling, but amusing.” His expression turned wistful. “Though you’re not as smart as you th
