Crescious muttered under his breath as he appeared on the street in the human town of Salem. He’d seen the name of the town written in the book he’d found in Dolion’s chamber. Also mentioned was a coven called Blackhorn and a high priestess named Saphora.
It seemed silly to Crescious that they would put so much information about their coven in a book if they didn’t want anyone who picked it up to know that they were dealing in demon magic. But then what did he know? He was just a low-level peon demon.
“Stupid curiosity is going to get me tortured and then tossed into the lake of fire,” he fumed as he walked down the street unseen by any prying eyes.
He saw the large manor down the road and chuckled at how cliché it looked. Dark and gloomy, complete with gargoyles. Humans had been around
