Gathering his voluminous raiment around himself, the Demon Lord rose and rushed to the edge of the dais. “My son, I only wanted to make sure you did not make the same mistake I did.”
“Now you are calling me a mistake, Father?”
“Judas, please understand. Your mind had to be on the task at hand.”
“I understand only one thing. You’ve been lying to me since the day I was born.” His eyes narrowed to slits as he shifted them back toward Satan. “You have what you asked for, so I tell you now, do not call for me again. I am through fighting your battles. I will not be back. I am going where the air is cool and sweet, not filled with soot and the hot touch of crimson showers.” Without waiting to be dismissed, he turned and made his way toward the arched doorway and the Gatekeeper who called himself brother. “Call for Divinian,” he ordered.