Dantalion of the Goetia: Taste the Obsession of a Demon - Page 36/108

"I cannot just shape shift from realm to realm. I am no longer a guardian that can protect. I am a slave. A prisoner to a curse," Dantalion scowled.

"No my Lord, you hold an advantage. Not only do you hold true to your demonic powers, but to your oath to release the others," the young follower replied. "Then there is the power of restraint, that which you have mastered with the girl."

"The only reason it is possible is because I stay away. I find myself closer to devouring her," Dantalion continued playing with fire from his claws.

"I believe you still retain some immortality which runs through your blood," the follower continued. "You are able to withstand the tortures of the serpent Gwynnedd, therefore, you are unlike any of your brother Demons of the Goetia."

"The second heaven is consumed by mortal sin. They bury their pain, cast off love in favor of faithless lust. They lose themselves in their own truths. They mask their fears, and defy their destinies," Dantalion howled throughout the realm. "Yet, they are protected, guarded and granted redemption still."

Dantalion knew his purpose. His place remained at the throne of the third heaven. Maybe losing his immortality showed him this. If bringing himself closer to mankind meant remaining demon for eternity, then he was sincerely mistaken. I haunted his spirit, and he haunted mine, yet he stayed away, distancing himself from me - silencing his powers of thought, shutting me out of his world.