Book 3: Chapter 107

Caligore

“Ah!”

Mortals screamed in the layers below, while Zariel roasted one soul alive for his lunch. He held out his left hand, rotating him on a spit with magic in his throne room. I ignored him. It is his house. His herald Abyssal helped me decorate such a large chocolate cake yellow, because I thought a yellow themed cake to bring to Ochre Crystal would have been fun

But *no*.

It would have