785 Onslaught Of Depression

During the last couple hours of her day, Phoenix interviewed more of the Aces High members. She wanted to get rid of most of them, as they were stuck in a mindset that didn't fit in with Paragon.

But the stupid contracts tied her hands behind her back…

As she left her office, heading toward her room, she stopped by the throne room on the first floor. It was quite a detour, given she had to pass the second floor to get to the first, but she needed to.

Entering the throne room, she found a little girl rolled up in a ball next to Astaroth's throne.

Luna had been like this for a month since they lost contact with Alexander. She would stay near the throne and sometimes even curl into a ball on it, crying herself asleep.

Astaroth's soul companions had been ejected from him the day he went AWOL and were now stuck as physical manifestations, roaming freely. But they were far from enamoured by this.

They felt empty. Like a part of them was missing.