Asmodeus stopped his horse.
Once again, they came across a horrible sight. "What happened?"
He sat in silence, watching the burning buildings, and a pile of corpses now hissing with smoke, their deaths likely horrific, with none left standing. "How can this be happening in Grigor?" It made no sense; only a few weeks ago did they save this land.
'Did Mephisto have this much influence?'
"Asmodeus..." Lumina's eight eyes shimmered like jewels as she pointed to the distance, a flag impaled the corpses. Her graceful voice paused before she continued. "That's Mephisto's image..."
Asmodeus didn't respond and snapped the reins, rushing to the village wanting to confirm what his mind was already telling him. The air seemed to become more foul; the closer he reached, the scent of death overwhelming.
The sight was indeed Mephistopheles' crest.
"I had almost forgotten they existed..."
