A new day began, and Sáphire felt very happy, knowing Ari was out of the way and Ren would be hers. She had visited Ren earlier at the hospital and collected a vial of his blood and a lock of his hair. She would bring him back from whichever region of hell he was in. As she lay out the ingredients on her floor, placing the items in the pentagon, using dark ash to create a circle, she began to utter her spell when she was suddenly interrupted.
“M-master, I have terrible news,” a demon said as he appeared out of thin air before her.
“Spit it out. What is it?” Sáphire hissed.
“It’s Z-Zamora, s-she is dead and s-so is the G-Grimtek,” the demon stuttered.
“What? How is that possible?” Sáphire replied.
“The G-Grimtek head was chopped off, and Z-Zamora, she was killed with a holy arrow,” the
