When the demons arrived at their hideouts by apparating back from the castle, most of them hadn't as they were dead and lying on the ground with torn heads or bullets in their head, Fjor dropped the dark angel on the ground.
"What about the others?" asked one of the demonesses who had stayed back at the old ruins of the mansion.
"They are still in the castle, and didn't heed to the call when we left," responded Greyson, not bothered if the demons who had gone along with him were dead. There were other things to bother, and useless lower demons were not of his concern right now. "Get the girl on the table. Once the moon is out, we will be starting the ritual. Did you get the silver knife?" he asked the demoness.
