"Cerlius Draken."
Cerlius froze. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. His heart beat louder than a war drum. Tears streamed down Olpi's face as she seemed to resign herself to her fate, covering her ears. The Watchmen repeated: "Cerlius Draken, son of Maximus."
'Maximus Draken?' Larque gasped. 'What the hell is going on? Cerlius, are any memories returning?'
Cerlius didn't hear a thing the demon said. He remained slack jawed, gawking at the Watchman as if it were a ghost: "Who am I speaking to?" The darkness seemed to clutch onto Cerlius's quaking body. "P-please. Talk to me. Please."
Confused yet? Cerlius certainly is. If you have questions, I'll do my best to clarify what you as a reader should know and what you don't know