Shadows wrapped themselves around a building. Seaming into every crack and crevice of the delapidate structure. Becoming one with it and molding themselves to fit with the buildings true shadows. Seeping into the darkened alleyways where shadows never wane and oozing through the city through passages unknown Asmodeus made his way through the throngs of human matter and came upon the glimmer of light that was the angel in his mind’s eye.

The angel was a Principality and nothing more, but what made the demon king start back was that standing by his side was one of his own kind. A shapely succubus, if he was any judge of the species, and yet something was off. It was as if she had cut herself from the Master and that threw him because he couldn’t understand why any demon would want to do such a dreadful thing.