___ The Next Morning ___
The California residence had barely awakened when a terrifying pressure descended upon the mansion like a mountain falling from the heavens. The ocean outside churned violently as waves slammed repeatedly against the cliffs below, while every demon within the residence instinctively lowered their heads. Even the air itself felt heavier.
"What do you mean by you don't know where she is?" Damian hissed, his eyes burning like two brilliant violet suns.
Loth hung several feet above the floor, her boots dangling helplessly in the air while invisible force gripped her throat. Her face had already turned pale from lack of oxygen and both hands clawed desperately at her neck even though there was nothing physically there to grab.
