Chapter 3
“You’re back early,” said Raum, kissing the back of Charam’s head. “I see we’re all powered up again.”
Charam smiled his reply. In the back of his mind was the knowledge of his indiscretion. Now, in the presence of Raum, he felt ashamed of himself, of his weakness, and resolved that no matter how great the urge he would never betray Raum again.
“And how were the lower levels?” asked Charam, changing focus.
Raum sighed and collapsed onto the sofa, a beautiful creation of human leather stuffed with human hair and adorned with arm rests of polished human skulls.
“The Old Ones are stirring. Even as I patrolled the torture pits there were rumblings.”
Charam knew, as all the demons of Dis knew, that the Old Ones hibernated at the centre of Dis. These were beasts unlike any of tho
