“Now, let’s hope you find favor before the Lord.” Kurtz heard the Shaman who was also referred to as Shaman spoke as two towering demons in front of the door bowed slightly towards her before opening the large doors in ward.
“The Lord, Lugar.” Kurtz wondered why the term sounded familiar as his gaze scoured the inside of the room.
Behind the door, a splendorous hall was revealed which was splashed all over with bright golden gloss or maybe gold itself if it existed in this world. Some demons could be seen standing by the walls inside the throne rooms while few large chairs sat in specific sections of the large hall, all empty.
At the midst of them all was a giant crystalline throne which refracted lights of myriad colors and sitting on the throne was figure which Kurtz found faintly familiar.
“Stay, here little one.” The Shaman spoke before walking on into the throne room, bowing before the Demon on the crystal throne and then speaking, “Lord Lugar.”