The demon's infiltration of the selection had not been a coincidence.
It was not driven by hunger or chaos, as most would assume.
No—this was a mission, calculated and clear:
Steal Leon Kael's soul.
Not for consumption.
But for ascension.
His soul was predicted to be the ideal vessel for their slumbering god.
But a soul that powerful came with fragility.
If removed too suddenly, or from a body that died in trauma, the soul would fracture and become damaged beyond usability.
And so, the demon had been precise.
When it impaled Leon through the chest, it did so deliberately, avoiding vital centers.
A slow and controlled death.
Just enough to allow the body to perish…
but not enough to send the soul into chaos.
But before the demon could complete the process Elizabeth had intervened interrupting the process.
But it was still okay because she had just delayed the inevitable.
