FireofUriel

Hobbling around the corner of the sixth floor, two Lower Rank Daemons rung their large hands and mumbled amongst each other in a conspiratorial manner. Their heads bent next to each other, they whispered fiercely, their ugly faces pinched and contorted into expressions that clearly read fear and discomfort. They stopped slowly, and tore their gaze away from the other, glancing before them at the end of the corridor with apprehension. A few more words were exchanged between the two through the corners of their mouths. Deformed hooves shuffled awkwardly as the both made their way – slower than before – to the small huddle of Daemons at the far