CHAPTER 86

Krepe snapped his eyes open, for the fifth time according to Asmodeus' instruction. He was laying on an iron table with a narrow tunnel like hole where hot smoke was emerging from. It was burning his back and he looked like one who just got out of a bath. He was soaked in sweat from head to toe and he was wearing nothing but a small towel wrapped around his waist. His eyes were as red as blood and he kept gritting his teeth in the small room where Asmodeus kept chanting some words.

Asmodeus was wearing a long black cloak with black gloves, her hair packed in a black hat. Her face was covered in black makeup. Black eyeliner, black lip gloss, and she even dyed her hair.

"Skorios! Beasta nami'an seriosa kelith a krahgh. Tellimenta kathri grugriensos guthrie sos manio pellebrato, alolan akolab bingisosa. Oh ye spirit of power. Oh ye spirit of might. Oh ye spirit of strength. Behold your host and make it your abode. Take him in as your own and forsake him not. Thou doth hold a lot captive.