In the hours since wakening, I scoured the room in search of any semblance of a weapon, a desperate attempt to secure some form of defense should my life be threatened. Yet all I could procure was a simple fork, snatched stealthily before Thora confiscated the meal tray she had brought. It was hardly the kind of weapon I desired, but it could, at the very least, inflict harm upon flesh.
The high demon had long departed before sleep could claim me, and upon waking, Thora's response to my inquiry revealed his continued absence. No doubt, he was ensconced in a banquet with the Supreme, wine in hand. I could vividly picture the smug expression etched upon his face, while the Supreme gloried in his achievement.
I was perched on the edge of the expansive bed, with my back pressed against the
