"I, Amon, Goetic Prince, Great Marquis of Hell, who commands over forty legions of demons, pledge my eternal loyalty to you.
I present to you my sigil, so that all that I am and all that I will ever be may be of eternal servitude to you. Azrael Tiamat , grandchild of Mana."
DING!!!!!!
[A PACT OF ETERNAL SERVITUDE HAS BEEN PROPOSED!]
[ENTITY: AMON, THE DEMONIC MARQUIS (GOETIC LEGEND)]
[SEEKS TO BIND HIS SOUL, LEGIONS, AND POWER TO: AZRAEL TIAMAT]
[WARNING: ACCEPTING THIS CONTRACT WILL ESTABLISH YOU AS AN OFFICIAL CONTENDER FOR THE THRONE.]
[DO YOU ACCEPT?]
[YES] / [NO]
Seeing the terrifying monster that had, mere minutes ago, been ready to rip them limb from limb, now lowering its head into the snow and offering him its very soul…
Every instinct within Azrael—his body, his mind, his soul—screamed at him to seize this opportunity, to accept the pact.
He had never been one to reject his own instincts.
With everything he had left, he seized the moment and uttered the word.
