67 A Beacon of Hope
Samael paced in front of the demons present. Ba'al and Abaddon were also there.
They had delivered Castor and waited for orders.
Samael stopped and faced the demons, "Draeven. My son will be contacting Arryn Quinn and discussing a trade. He has already obtained the Crown of Thorns; we are getting closer to a new world order run by us. We will enslave those who try to rebel."
The room filled with cheers.
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Castor was in a dark stone room in the basement. Enchanted chains held him down in the middle of demonic symbols glowing faintly. If he tried to cross the circle, his body would feel a surge like electricity tear through him. The force of the shock would toss him back to the center.
His body was shivering from the cold. Castor's clothes were torn and bloody, barely hanging off his body.