That name...
Seared itself into his brain like a brand.
"Does that name strike a chord in you?" The demon found pleasure in the bewildered look on that beautiful, expressionless face. Even as his voice began to break, as the ice froze its flesh.
Trembling, Moulin's eyes sharpened. "He will be avenged."
"Oh, he's not dead."
Crack! The creature's face started to crumble. The grotesque smile on its face did little to keep its flesh together. Bits of meat and skin broke off.
He's not dead...
"Where is he?..." A voice, so low escaped Moulin while he barely restrained a desperate look. If Alsander were alive...
His blood boiled at the numerous possibilities his friend had experienced at the hands of these wretched creatures. "What did you do to him?"
"AHAHAHAHAHAHA! The heaven's darling is indeed a sentimental fool!" A mocking laugh resounded in the realm. It irked Moulin, but if he had to search for answers, he had to keep this demon alive. He had to know...
