On one of the countless islands scattered across the Earth... Deep beneath its surface, far below layers of stone and forgotten ruins, lay the hidden base of a demon-worshipping cult.
That night, a meeting was being held.
Those gathered were the highest authority within the cult.
Not priests.
Not commanders.
They were the rulers.
Their words were law.
At the highest seat, a figure wearing a five-horned mask slowly opened his mouth.
"…How is the progress?" he asked.
At once, the other four figures, each wearing the same five-horned mask, turned their gaze toward him.
Though their masks were identical, the hierarchy among them was unmistakable.
"We have received the location of the 'Thing'," one of the Elders said. "From the girl"
A brief pause.
"…However, there is a problem, First Listener"
# A/N: "Chief/Leader and Elders sounds too plain, so I changed ot, to The First-Fifth Listener, with The First Listener as the Highest authority"
