Rescue
His fingers tapped nervously on the table. She should have been back by now. Surely, she was just having fun. Surely. Glancing around the house, Asmodean had not touched the dinner in front of him. The fresh-cut flowers on the table were new. Surely, they would be celebrating tonight. Surely.
The house was still and quiet, things arranged nicely. After dealing with the assassin, and picking up the flowers, Asmodean had cleaned a few sections of the house that the maids had not gotten to yet. They would be celebrating tonight. A particularly fine bottle of wine sat on the table. Astoreth was just a pathetic Dreadlord, and Di'aliz was one of the Chosen. The Chosen did not fail.
Delicate fingers fiddled with the stem of the crystaline wineglass. She would be home soon.
The house was still and quiet, things arranged nicely. After dealing with the assassin, and picking up the flowers, Asmodean had cleaned a few sections of the house that the maids had not gotten to yet. They would be celebrating tonight. A particularly fine bottle of wine sat on the table. Astoreth was just a pathetic Dreadlord, and Di'aliz was one of the Chosen. The Chosen did not fail.
Delicate fingers fiddled with the stem of the crystaline wineglass. She would be home soon.