Reficul muttered to himself as he worked his way back to his den. However, on his way, he heard another new Symbreak, Anthony, talking to someone. Or something, as Refucul learned to just not question things at this rate. He peaked in, but he didn't expect what he saw next. Anthony's halo seemed to have been falling apart, but reforming as if it was phasing in and out of a demonic and angelic look. His wings seemed fine as they remained their feathery look. Anthony just looked..off now. There was also a shadowy figure there, but Aries got out once he realized what it was.

     "Stolos?" He breathed. "Anthony is summoning members if the Ars Goetia? Surely he knows that this can result in his death. I need to tell him to stop."

     "You think I don't know you're there, Symbreak?" Anthony jeered. "Come in and kill me then." He taunted.

     "Anthony? What in the Garden of Eden is going on in here?" Aries asked. "You are going to be killed for this!"

     "That would be only if I am caught. And like you would tell. Because it's your turn." He snarled, baring his teeth and pulling Reficul in roughly.

     "H-hey! Let go of me!" He cried, pushing off of him. He couldn't believe the insane amount of strength that Anthony had. Did he ask Stolos for it?

     "This one will certainly appreciate anything he is given." Stolos hissed, his voice seeming to echo in the room. "Tell me, son of the Prince of Pride, what do you want most?"

     "I don't know what you are talking about!" Reficul said, getting out, but appearing back in.

     "Shame. You are very powerful. I guess since you don't want anything, then we will need to kill you." Stolos said, spreading his wings, his golden crown gleaming with his eyes.

     Reficul moved out of the way, pulling out his blessed saber. He swung it at Stolos, who disappeared and left. The seal of the Goetic demon laid on a piece of paper with the white blood of an angel. Reficul quickly ripped it in half. Anthony came back to his senses, but his halo seemed a little...dimmer.

     "What in the name of our father did you do?! You brought a Goetic demon into the saving land! I will not say anything if you promise to help Mr heal before going anywhere." Reficul promised, indicating an injury he somehow got on his shoulder.

     Anthony nodded, scared. He healed him quickly and told him to leave, begging him to not say that he preformed a Dark Ritual. "In all fairness, I could've summoned one of the kings, like Paimon or Asmodeus." It was unsettling that he wasn't wrong, especially as Asmodeus was also a prince in hell, specifically of the last section of hell. It only brought up one question. Was the Prince of Pride, also known as the first fallen angel, Lucifer, Reficul's father?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the shorter chapter, but I wanted to at least put something out, yet also have it make sense in line with everything that I have planned. That and I have some mold writers block.