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The young necromancer was, as usual, frowning. Damien held aloft a rosary made of bone and sinew, yet seemed to find no spiritual response. Disappointed, he glanced at Ozo with growing concern. He could tell something was still irking and haunting the ungainly fishlike creature. He heard Firebrand's news of the knight and the large mushroom, yet didn't appear to make any decision on it. 

Damien glared daggers at the location where the unseen entity was harassing Ozo. No, he could not see the eye of the ancient deity with his human eyes, but he knew... a necromancer just knew. "I've had enough of this haughty, willful presence." Damien took a stick and began tracing a circle around them in the sand. "Step inside, unless you fear you have any conflict with the God of Law." Hiding a sadistic grin under his hood, he let Ozo and Firebrand decide if they were willing to offer their obedience to Asmodeus or not. Only the worthy were rewarded by their masters in Hell, and the worthy, made their own decisions. 

He finished the circle with a pentagram on the inside and stood in the center, glaring askance at the others so that they did not marr the lines he had just drawn as they entered the circle. Satisfied, he crossed his wrists in front of him and stated his prayer. The words he spoke were in a language unfamiliar to Ozo, but to Firebrand it was fairly accurately recited Infernal. Damien was calling Asmodeus' sight to this place, inviting his attention upon them, as the great god wills it, of course. As the most powerful deity, Asmodeus would have the wherewithal to oust any other spiritual force from that circle and from those that were now HIS by being there. Whatever forces and magics, particularly diving or spiritual, would be dissipated. 

Damien opened his arms and bowed. "It is done. We should be able to move about peacefully now. My lord demon, I will follow you. I would offer myself to be carried, but our new ally would certainly be left behind, and I do not yet know what part he is to play in the master's plans. If you would but give me a moment, I must take one further precaution." 

Knowing he was a weak and still flesh and blood human, Damien had to work extra to bother preserving his own life. It was a chore, yes, and one that he would rather have been rid of, but he did not yet have the means nor the approval to become a lich. So he had to work. 

Raising his arms again, his eyes reverting to a softly glowing ghostly white, Damien summoned a terrifying subject, a large, floating spectral wraith with a scythe, from within the circle. The air dimmed and grew cold around them as it appeared. Its very presence sparked an instinctual fear to run away... least your soul be eaten by it. Yet none of them ran. Fortunately, It seemed bound to Damien's will and wasn't going to harm them, but oh the look in its undead eyes screamed that it wanted to. 

"We're not exactly friends, now are we?" Damien said to himself about the wraith as he ordered it to take invisible form. The horrifying thing opened its skeletal jaw as if to roar in protest, but only a chilled wind blew instead as it vanished. ... The air was still cold around them, and it was unnerving as hell not knowing exactly where that thing was. God help them if Damien lost control of it. 

"Now we may go." And Damien started walking.