The true Demon King

Calling forth my powers has become so familiar at this point in time it is hardly any different to breathing. As I steady my breath, latched onto both Alastor and Valerian for support, I feel them come rolling over me like a tide over the sandy banks of the shore, cascading down my limbs and washing them over with that peculiar hum that makes my body buzz with power.

It starts as a trickle at first, a manageable sway of power, then like a facet, it comes gushing out all at once, igniting my bones with a blazing heat from the sheer force of it.

Valerian had told me I only needed to trigger my powers a bit- just enough to rouse Lyla from wherever she slumbers within my body. But I am taking no chances today, there will be no half hearted magic anymore. If I want to speak to Lyla, I am going to have to draw her out with such force there would be no room for refusal.