Hidden deep within a dark cave, Mord stood before a shadowy, fluid silhouette of black water. Head bowed, he listened intently to his master's harsh directives.
"Leave the redhead alone. She is no longer of any concern. From this moment on, your sole focus must be... eliminating that woman."
Mord raised his head, genuine shock in his eyes. But, Master... she is under his protection. It will be impossible for any demon to get close to her, let alone the spirits under our command."
"How predictable. Your mind has turned to rot, Mord, softened by all the time you have spent cowering in darkness and indulging your lusts," his master spat with cold contempt.
Mord could sense the agitation in his master's tone, a sharp edge he had not heard in a long time. He couldn't help but wonder what had changed to make his master so impatient.
