The meeting had ended hours ago, but Sara remained in her cabin, surrounded by the soft glow of monitors and the hum of cooling fans.
The walls of the room were lined with screens, each one displaying a different feed, orphanages in Eastern Europe, luxury apartments in Southeast Asia, abandoned warehouses in South America, a library of horrors that she had been studying for days, searching for patterns, for connections, for anything that might explain why the demonic world had suddenly decided to move.
She was trying to understand.
Why had the Demon King started preparing for war? He had been content for centuries to rule from the shadows, to manipulate governments and corrupt corporations, to build his power through contracts and sacrifices and the slow, patient accumulation of sin.
He had been winning. He had been untouchable. The world had danced to his tune without ever knowing who was pulling the strings.
