For the soul of the devil bought hastens not from its charnel clay but fattens and instructs the very worm that gnaws, until out of such corruption horrid life springs.-Abdul Hazred, Al-Azif( cut for potential triggers )
We screamed and a sense of weightlessness overcame us. We awoke in the iron citadel of Pandaemonium, seeing before us the awed and angered face of a monster clad in dark armor with four glowing yellow eyes and a snarling bestial face, complete with gigantic curved horns like those of a ram. He looked at Rachel and said:
So you were sent home by her, then? Child of my heritage you may be but you are no spawn of my thought.
He then grinned at both of us in a fashion horribly reminiscent of her.
But now you shall learn the kind of things of which I am capable, especially when my foes deliver into my hands two such lovely pawns.