"You've a new assignment."

Observed a lesser demon by his side, peering at the glowing marks on his skin. They sat in the royal chambers of their master- off in the Palace of Glass. They were surrounded by their other companions, other demons of possession that worked for their master, who all sat at their designated places about the room. For a room belonging to the palace of glass this one seemed out of place: drapery covered the walls and slid off the ceiling in a tent-like fashion. Throw pillows acted as seats and the majority of the floor seemed cushioned. The room resembled more of a Worldly arabian bazar tent. The demon that had spoken first was the closest and therefore the first to see his marks glow- a sign that a human wished to sell their soul and a contract had to be formed. Xezerom stood out of excitement and he peered down at his marks, just as the others noticed them too.

"[i]Finally![/i]" he exclaimed, all five of his eyes opening wide for a moment, before the usual three shut again, "I've yet to see earth after the last war." He noted to no one in particular. The others, his siblings for all demons of the same class were usually related, glared up at him. Souls were sold to hell every day and in a steady amount- but rarely was the task ever given to a newly appointed demon.

At the center of the room their master sat and was the last to look upon his demon. He looked amused that one of his youngest was chosen and so soon, but with a wave of his hand he raised the portal nonetheless.

"Report in as soon as the contract is made." Was his only command and Xezerom descended into the portal of light.