Vis and Droigheann had completely transformed the Grand Hall of the Cathedral. The once holy – looking hall was now a summoning ground for the Demon Lord. Or Lords, depending on how many of them decided to come from the Abyssal Plane.There was a large pentagram drawn on the ground. The pews that once decorated the hall had been taken outside, put up against the wall in the hallway.The pentagram was drawn with blood, some taken from Kyle, some from Vis.“We both must remain in the room,” The vampire explained as she finished drawing the pentagram. “This will contain them within this circle,” She pointed at a larger circle. Most of the Grand Hall was within this circle, with only the entrances and the altar remaining out of it. “But only for as long as we stay within it as well.” A grim smile formed on her lips.“That’s… better than nothing, I guess.” Kyle muttered. “Thanks, Vis.&rdq

If looks could kill, the Lady of the Pit’s glare would have offed everyone in the room. Kyle gulped, staying calm and collected was growing increasingly more difficult.“Then your pest will remain, and you will have to deal with it yourself, Ruler of the Pit.” Azazel’s calm and collected voice was oddly soothing. It helped Kyle remain calm while startling the Lady of the Pit. “But if you could deal with it, you would have done so yourself ages ago. You are not one to allow a pest to exist because you simply didn’t feel like dealing with it.” The edges of Azazel’s lips curled up ever so slightly. “You may decide not to give me the half of the hourglass, but then the pest remains as well.”The Lady of the pit clenched her claw-like hands. “Yet despite claiming you will offer assistance, you refuse to enter a blood oath!” She hissed. “Is that not hypocrisy, Fallen Angel?”Azazel laughed out loud. “Binding myself to a Demon’s whim would be more so, don’t you think?”“If you already intend

“I feel dizzy just listening to that.” Kyle grumbled as the group of four walked down the hall. “Are you sure it’s doable?”Azazel shrugged. “It should be. You did somehow manage to break me out of there. Now there will be two of us.” He smirked.“Don’t even remind me of that nightmare.” Kyle muttered, massaging his temples. He’d rather forget all that instead. But of course, Azazel didn’t seem to be willing to let him.“Either way, since you’ve somehow managed to go that far, I am sure we’ll be able to reach the precipice.” He paused. “Probably.” He added after a split second of silence.“Yeah, thanks.” Kyle grumbled. “That was very reassuring. How the hell are we going to get to the Celestial Plane anyways?”“How did you get to it the last time?” Vis asked, her eyes glimmering with curiosity.&ldqu

Now he understood why the elven dreamer felt the need to say such a thing. Azazel was nowhere to be found. The young man looked around for a few moments, scouring his surroundings. Unless the Angel was laying low in the waist-hight tallgrass, he was certain not nearby.He gulped. This was… less than ideal. The Fallen Angel wasn’t easy to miss, he had two pairs of gigantic wings, and he was even taller here in this realm than he was in the Material Plane. No way Kyle was just failing to notice the guy.He breathed out a sigh and took a step forward. Only then did he notice he was not wearing any shoes, or the clothes he wore when he lay down. He wore a simple white shirt and pants.His lips curled down with distaste as he shot a look at his arms. He had gotten used to covering himself up, from neck to toe, in an attempt to hide all the various markings on his body, ranging from the dark amber tattoo to the bite marks on his neck left by Vis. He felt

 “You must be longing for rest,” The Angel’s cold, emotionless voice echoed in the museum halls. “You must be afraid, terrified even, I understand that. Come, let me help you.”Kyle covered his mouth with his hands, and forced himself to take shallow, silent breaths. Footsteps echoed in the hall. They were growing nearer. Had the angel found him already? He didn’t dare move, not even to peek through the cracks in the statue’s wing.“Let me guide you to where a wayward soul should have gone to.” The Angel continued talking as she passed him by, seemingly without noticing where he was hiding. “Let me take you to a place beautiful beyond your imagination.”Kyle bit his lips. This place was confusing and beyond his imagination already. The last thing he needed was to be found and forcefully taken somewhere else by an angel. Heaven, he assumed was what she meant. Was it an