Blue moon butterflies escape Bael's hair as her body shivers more and more vigorously when she tardily lets Malphas's throne into her sight. With her voice trembling she murmurs to herself, "A new Demon of Sorrow after a millennium… Malphas, did you hear that…?"
In Bael's weeping, a strong light fills Abaddon's throne and introduces his presence once again. Into his throne Abaddon lies, and he says to me, "Come, take a seat on Malphas's throne, feel it yourself, your true desire to unleash the devildom chained in the deepest part of you…"
As Abaddon mentions, swarms of locusts spread out and form a set of staircases with the lowest riser rising before my feet, and the highest thread ending at Malphas's throne.
Whilst the buzzing of the locusts' wings keep my mind stymied, deep into my eyes Abaddon glares. In the shade of deep red garnets his eyes glow. While dark strands swirl in them like thick pools of warm blood.
