“That witch is mine. Anybody who touches her will face imprisonment. And I’m not in the mood to make it a light sentence.” A few throats cleared and a couple of Yes sirs filled the air. “Good. Spread the word. Nobody touches her.” He selected two demons from the group for the first guard duty and left the city to go to the one place he always went to think: the caves that served as the dimension’s prison. Each disobedient demon was in his own pod, the stone sealed tightly around him, starving and going mad. But anyone stumbling upon the caves wouldn’t know that. It was silent and peaceful in the dark, twisting caves. It was a place Cain could wander to think without fear of being disturbed. No demon in his right mind came near this place. They all feared it. It was their one symbol of abject terror, much like the humans feared Hell. No one walked in willingly, except the man with the keys to the place. Cain sat on a large rock and put his head in his hands. He shed the glamour he always wore to attract prey and ran his fingers along the scar on his forehead.
