“You have come for the Right of Passage!” said the devil.
“I have!”
“I will not be without my prey,” His eyes burned and his voice boomed throughout the halls sending fear through all gathered.
The Hisskan brought Benny in shackles. I smiled as the accountant beheld Demonias’ great majesty for the first time. He wept openly. This pleased the Dark Lord.
“My new toy!”
“Yes, My Lord,” I answered, “I beseech you to accept this offer. He will be easy prey for the young seeker!”
“A thoughtful gift! A wise choice. I grant you your Right!”
I glowed. It was time. This is what I’d come to do. Redemption would be mine if I played this right.
“The Right of Passage has been invoked,” cried a lower-demon – and roars bellowed from all sides of me as the audience of Masters, Slavers, Seekers, Hisskans and Lost Dark Phantoms came around to see The Devil Cry.
Countless thousands had tried.
Those souls, now, lit the fires of Hell.
Would I be the next candle burning in the pits?
A hush fell.
And Demonias spoke.