Sailing to the Horizon.
Cain's eyelids fluttered open...
The warmth beneath him almost caused him to let out a moan of satisfaction.
'Where am I?'
From the looks of it, he was in a barely furnished room, a cabin, on Gwendolyn.
But he couldn't remember how he had gotten here. What he could remember though...
Was that strange conversation with the Demon of Sorcery, Azazel.
Cain sat up, slowly. The weakness from having drained himself hadn't faded completely. It lingered at the back of his mind and in his bones like a bad memory.
He sighed. In the dim lighting of the cabin, he could see quite well. Stretching his palm open, he willed forth his power.
An inky black bubbling orb of Devil Essence poured forth, accompanied by tiny streaks and flashes of red lightning. It felt physical, almost like a solid object when he summoned it.