Asmodeus sat alone in his throne room, surrounded by the deafening roar of lava raging through the cavern below, flowing through deep channels beneath the throne, filling the chamber with intense heat. Waves of hot air rolled through the cavern, carrying the smell of sulfur and burning rock.
Asmodeus was accustomed to the heat. In fact, he enjoyed it. The oppressive temperature and the constant roar of lava made the cavern feel like home.
But tonight, the heat was not what occupied his mind. It was Clyde. The Demon King leaned back against his throne and stared into the darkness ahead.
Clyde had returned from the dead. The thought was difficult to accept. How could someone return after his body was completely destroyed by the combined powers of Gods, Angels, and Demons?
Asmodeus had witnessed the final battle from a distance. He saw the destruction. He saw Clyde's body disappear beneath an overwhelming storm of power.
There should have been nothing left.
