As the eldest brother finally entered the demon was quick to notice the change in atmosphere, this one was dangerous, this ones mere aura commanded respect. It was almost a shame it had not been he who had summoned Paimon from the infernal abyss. He certainly radiated the aura and presence of a true Lord and for the first time since being bound to Amano he was impressed. Though to impress him meant little, it meant should Amano desire it Raoul would be a delicious snack, a unique flavour, something to savour as it digested and nothing more. Of course Illiendi’s countenance did not change, nor his actions become less fluid or graceful.

When the Lord spewed forth his endless flattery Illiendi bowed, “My most noble and gracious Lord, you do me such an honour with your praise, I aim only to please.” As Amano introduces Raoul to him the demon offers another half bow, “My pleasure Master Raoul. I shall fix you a place immediately.” With that the demon swept out, leaving Amano to his family as he arranged a plate for the eldest son, fetched a fresh china cup and with both arranged beautifully upon a tray set back to the hall to serve the newest addition to the table.

It would have been child’s play to kill them all right now, gathered in one place ever so conveniently. Amano however still harboured his emotional commitment to these people and the boy did so honour his humanity, wasn’t that why Illiendi had chosen him though? Anyone could take someone like Raoul and mould him into a King but to take a mouse and turn it into a Lion, to watch how far a man was willing to fall for his goals and dreams, it bought a whole new flavour to a dish. Taking his place at his masters side he waited once again, soon things would start moving, soon they’d leave this confined corner for the world, soon Amano would begin his descent, it was delicious.