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the demon chain of command left his half-blood sons even lower.
    â€œPrince Seere. Thank you for responding to my summons.”
    Seere glanced around the room, curling his lip in obvious disgust with his surroundings. Impeccably dressed in the finest clothes a demon could buy—Seere’s riches were reputed to be so large no living man could count them—he was easily mistaken for a tycoon. Not a hair out of place or a wrinkle in the navy blue suit that complemented his golden features. The demon prince looked more like an angel and he’d used his looks for centuries to lure in unsuspecting souls.
    â€œHeckmaster.”
    Not the worst greeting he could’ve gotten. Gathering his courage, Eban decided to get to the point. “I need a favor.”
    â€œOf course you do. Why else summon me?” Seere toyed with the chain of his golden pocket watch. “Don’t tarry.”
    â€œI want you to banish Rosemar from Beryl Brookshier’s body.” Eban winced at his own choice of words. I want wasn’t exactly the way to gain Seere’s help.
    Seere’s cool blue gaze didn’t waver. “You’re aware I have no boons to repay. In fact, it seems that you and your brothers are in debt to me. Deep debt.”
    Eban gritted his teeth. There wasn’t any denying it. They owed him for the silver weapons they used to slay escapees from the Pit. They also owed him for warning Wystan that Noem was after Rhia, and he’d placed Rosemar beside her for protection and as a warrior to help defeat the chief demon. Neutral though he claimed to be in the war against Hell, Seere had done his share of work for the Heckmasters.
    â€œI know.” He straightened his shoulders. “But Noem is gone, Rhia’s under Wystan’s protection and Berner’s a safe haven for demons looking to straighten out their lives. I don’t think Rosemar is necessary any longer.”
    Seere smirked. “You presume much. You should have stopped at Noem is gone . For now, but not forever. He’ll suffer at Astaroth’s hand, and he will never come into favor again, but he may escape Hell one day.”
    Eban’s heart sank. “What about Beryl?”
    â€œIs one human worth the price of Hell on Earth?”
    He bristled at the notion that human lives weren’t worth caring about. Seere more or less echoed Tell’s sentiments.
    â€œMaybe she is.”
    â€œRosemar proved herself bold in the face of danger, did she not? Are you displeased with my minion’s performance in the first battle for Berner’s safety?” Seere brushed his fingers over his coat lapel. “She does not please you?”
    â€œShe did fine, but she’s killing that body. She can’t stay in it forever. It’ll begin to rot sooner or later. Perhaps before we’ve dealt with Astaroth.” He knew that fight was coming, but he hoped to be long gone before it arrived.
    â€œRosemar cannot use her true form to assist you. The human body must suffice.” Seere tilted his head, his gaze almost as penetrating as Tell’s. “Your little brother thinks it would be best to behead her now. He foolishly believes this will remove a problem from your lives. Inform him that he’ll not enjoy the consequences if he destroys my minion.”
    â€œI’ll let him know, but I doubt he’ll care.”
    A wicked smile curved Seere’s mouth. “Perhaps I should have turned Rosemar’s sights on him instead.”
    Eban frowned. “What?”
    â€œIt’s you she craves. That thread of humanity, the likes of which a lust demon cannot know. If you gave her half a chance, she’d make you her consort in the Gray Lands once the war here is done. I can’t imagine many demons turning her down. The body would be unaffected by rot if she were to return.”
    Eban’s stomach churned. “That’s what she’s planning, isn’t it? She’ll