The sound of footsteps on concrete echoed in the huge throne room as two worried figures marched in sync toward what they both expected to be their last few minutes of freedom.

Well, one of them was worried.

The other was a little... distracted.

Agares glanced at Asmodai and noticed where the dragonlike demon's orange eyes lay.

"Really? Are you fucking serious, you disgusting motherfucker?!"

He offered Asmodai a smack upside his head.

"Ow! What the fuck, dude?!" Asmodai snapped, holding a clawed hand to the back of his head.

"This is fucking serious, shithead."

"What, I can't look? You yourself said last time, 'I don't fucking care if you look, but don't you dare touch, perverted motherfucker!'"

"Well, I change my fucking mind, bitch," Agares retorted heavily. "This is fucking serious!"

An authoritative 'ahem' interrupted their quarrel. The two demons looked up to see their master towering over them.

Agares let a nervous chuckle escape his black lips.

"My lord! Heheh, uh, how long have you been standing there..?"

"The whole time, Agares."

"Shit."

"Well? Have you found it?"

"Found what?" Asmodai asked, observing his dark rotting nails.

The tall demonic entity inhaled sharply.

"The preeminent."

Asmodai blinked, a blank expression crossing his face.

Agares rolled his eyes and jabbed Asmodai in the stomach with his elbow, muttering, "The purple glowing pool thingy, dumbass."

"...Ohhh," he groaned, "the purple glowing pool thingy. Yeah, we didn't make it there."

"WHY NOT?! I TOLD YOU NOT TO COME BACK UNTIL YOU FOUND IT."

"But sir, there were some rather sexy griffins guarding the entrance to the cave!" Asmodai whined. "And when I offered a hot pickup line, they just growled and chased us awayyyyyy!"

"Enough of that!" their master seethed. "I don't think you realize exactly what is at stake here. The entire Elysium army is waiting for this solstice, and are getting ready to create the one thing that can destroy us all. Is that what you want to happen?"

The two demons quivered, and shook their heads violently. The black demon lord snatched Asmodai by his neck and held him in the air. The demon's hands flew up to his, trying to pry it off, but no avail.

"Go back there and retrieve the preeminent," he growled. "Even if it's the last thing you do. If you fail, our blood will be on your hands."

He dropped the demon and the two of them whipped around and scuttled out of the giant dark throne room.

The demon lord turned his head to his right hand man standing beside him.

"I want you to follow them," he commanded, a wide hellish smile spreading across his dark face. "Cause some trouble. You know what to do."

"Yes, master," Zalgo grinned.