–Molan Faburando.

–Who are you?

–Thy name is&h.e.l.lip;

It was a tongue I had never heard before, each word and syllable was ancient, earthshaking and tumultuous. It was probably the true language, greater than any others.

–Why do you look the same as me?

He didn’t answer.

–What are you?

–I am of the demon race.

–What do you want?

–I have a long cherished wish that has yet to be fulfilled.

–What do you want to do about it?

–I need thine body.

–What can I get?

–Power, infinite power.

–Enough to save Tess?

–Easily.

–Enough to kill that demonic beast?

–It would be like stepping on an ant.

–Enough&h.e.l.lip; To destroy the world?

He sounded very happy.

–Once thy contract is sealed, my return will be at hand, my race shall be reborn and thy G.o.ds shall be brought down.

–I promise you.

–Thy contract is sealed.

The two were of one voice.

–Thou shalt share thy fate with me, in life and in death, in our destiny and responsibility, and we shalt bear any pain and sorrow and suffering together. Thy contract is sealed, may thou and I return to glory together!

Molan muttered in 2 voices, his eyes the colour of fresh blood.

The mirror surface before him shattered.

Molan sank into darkness.