The chanting stopped as the eyes of the high priestess glazed over, as if possessed. In à dissonant voice she said "Dras Ishay, the Demon King of Procellia."
"My king" Ishay said, his voice somewhat nervous
"I see you've brought a friend to bond with me, bring her to me."
"Yes my king" Ishay said as he slowly moved backwards, his head still bowed. He gently brought Sasaufe up the steps, resuming his previous position at the top.
"Tell me, she who bows to the selfish god's above, why have you come here tonight?" The high priestess said, the eyes glowering in suspicion
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