Chapter 25: Temper, Dear
I was still trying to decide what to do, the retreating mass of the Planeless followers thinning as they left, when a
small and harried group of demons rushed from a building on my right and hurried toward us.
It was hard to ignore the whisperings of my court and the clear pressure of Henemordonin's magic and force myself to
watch as the group below ascended the stairs with rapid and uncoordinated steps.
The demon in the lead bowed deeply to me as he reached the top of the platform, panting and deeply red in the face, his
amber eyes muddied with worry.
"My Ruler," he croaked out my title, "forgive our tardiness. I am Celuniumtrix, your representative here in Bilhaeder. I
believed you to be arriving an hour from now or I would have been here myself to greet you."
"Instead," I snapped, "I was greeted by some fanatical cult leader and his brain-wiped followers." Was it fair to take