Shaft stood at the foot of Deathmoore's throne. He was growling in rage, rage no other demon had ever saw before. A lowly demon shimmered at his side.
"Mi'lord?" it asked calmly and cautiously. Shaft only twisted his head slightly toward the demon.
"I have assembled an army of one hundred demons. They are the strongest of every clan and tribe in our area." He said more confidently.
"Would it please my father, Laxum?" Shaft asked quietly. The demon hesitated.
"Answer me!" Shaft said loudly.
"Yes my liege, it would." Laxum said doubting his answer. Shaft looked back at Deathmoore's throne.
"Are you sure Laxum?" Shaft asked returning to his original tone.
"Mi'lord, I honestly did not know your father long enough to know if my job would please him or not." Laxum answered truthfully.
Shaft smiled, "I like an honest demon. Ready ten of the army. Start with the weakest. Send them in tomorrow." Laxum bowed slightly and shimmered out.
Shaft returned to growling at the throne were the remains of his father lay, "The witches will pay. I will avenge you father." Growled the demon. An atheme appeared in a puff of smoke. Shaft raised it up to his face peering at his reflection on the blade. "I promise"
A/N: Yeah, I know it was a short chapter. The next ones will be better...