"Who are you?" Emperor Thraka growled, the heat from his steel skin distorting the air.
"And how do you know that name?"
The axe blade hovered inches from Damien's neck. The pressure of an 8th-Order entity was a physical weight, heavier than the ocean floor of Layer 3.
It stayed there as a constant reminder to let him know that he could kill him at any moment, to let him understand the gap that existed between both of them.
However, even at that, Damien didn't flinch. He didn't even blink.
He looked up at the towering Emperor, his porcelain mask reflecting the burning red eyes of the Emperor.
"Curious, aren't you?" Damien said, his voice calm, cutting through the roaring wind. He tilted his head slightly.
"I can tell you. I can tell you everything about the Void, about Azazel, and about the leash he has around your neck."
Damien smiled behind the mask.
"But tuition isn't free, Thraka. If you want the answer... surrender your life."
