When Malachi opens his eyes again, the world is frozen and dyed a bloody red.
He blinks again, but nothing changes. Even his mother and sister are not moving.
That same unholy voice from before comes back to haunt him abruptly.
"Face me, young Grigori."
Malachi feels a subtle chill creep up his spine.
He turns around and comes face-to-face with a towering figure.
Clad in shadowy black robes, the demon stands a towering seven feet tall.
His face, or rather faces, are all so different from each other.
One is that of a bearded wiseman with a third eye in his forehead. The other is that of a glossy-skinned toad. The final head appears identical to that of a simple house cat.
"Do you not know who I am..?"
"…Should I?"
"The youth should always be aware of their betters. Decorum within hierarchy is an integral foundation of stability."
The demon begins circling Malachi. It's eyes are glowing pools of yellow that convey a supreme intellect.
