PRESENTLY...
Zeke and Zevon stopped a few paces away from them, their boots sinking into blood-soaked earth.
Around them, the war continued raging, but in this space, everything stilled as any demon that got too close would have its head cut off because it even realised what had happened.
Alcaeus stood there, his eyes burning a molten gold-red, and the demon coiled beneath his skin like a living crown. Power rolled off him in waves oppressively, bending the air.
"Well," Alcaeus said slowly, his voice layered with something inhuman, "This is… disappointing."
Zeke's jaw tightened, "You look surprised." His tone was surprisingly calm. "Did you really think death would keep us?"
Alcaeus smiled, "I watched you burn."
"And yet," Zevon said, stepping forward half a pace, and shadows stirring at his feet, "You failed,"
That earned him a sharper look.
