57- Lord Darmiz

"My, So he had been summoned again? I wonder who did it now,"

In the Abyss, a certain young golden eyed man walked across the path of thorns, where he placed his steps, the place perished. 

He gracefully ruined the work of the grievous, dark and blood soaked abyss. The place where faint sobs were echoing in the air and he wallowed in the gloomy sight.

Truly a hellish place no one preferred to visit except for the golden-eyed bastard who suppressed a chuckle.

"Empty again?" 

"Yes. Lord Zirkos has been summoned again," 

A reply came from the angel in a black, guarding the throne.

He held his chin and was about to take a step closer.

"Why always him-" 

Angel's hands extend, creating a wall to stop his path, well aware what he could possibly do and it must guard the abyss until its ruler returns. 

"Oh?" He arched an eyebrow from utter amusement.