บท 553: Saving The Warrior

The little imp-like demon looked at Astaroth with craze-filled eyes. The demon's dark red skin teemed with small scars; thin lines, with most of them having perfect copies on the opposite of its body.

This demon was called Valac and was the lowest rank in the demon's nobility, a count. Valac was pretty weak, if compared to many of the others of his rank.

Astaroth had relative ease in bending this demon to his will when he fought all of them, as it could hardly defend itself properly. But his powers would be great in this scenario.

"Valac, I need you to focus. I am going to fuse with you. I need your powers, and this is the quickest way. Try anything funny on my soul, and I'll make sure you never see the light of day again."

Valac snickered, showing his wide mouth, filled with rows upon rows of teeth, like a shark.

"Khi khi khi khi! I would never dare do anything of the sort to the young master. My powers are yours to command!"