Additional Guests

"Take him? Where could you possibly…" Belphegor's anger disappeared like a mirage when he caught the scent wafting off of Exedra.

"You…a Qlipoth?" He asked in a stunned tone.

He would never forget the smell of the tree that he and his siblings were born under.

But he couldn't understand how it was possible for one to be on this plane of existence.

Exedra stared hard at the large, sheep headed demon lord.

'I'm not actively trying but… it is unnerving that I can never keep anything from him.' He thought.

"You're more bloodhound than demon aren't you, Belphegor?"

'Who is this bastard to address my lord so casually?!' Pythias roared internally.

"I am older than you can imagine boy. There is very little you can keep from me, once I have a mind to know it, sin of lust."

"So you're nosy, I'll keep that in mind." Exedra walked towards his father's slumbering body.

'That person is a sin?' Pythias felt his head was going to explode.