CHAPTER DCXCXXXVII

(KNOCKING IN EXCHANGE)

“WELL, WELL, WELL. Isn’t it time?”

The smile is not eerie, nor dominating, a bit sinister, and somewhere in between all of those descriptions. HE stands, looks at once to the mirror, and somewhat checks if the things that are set and needed are placed in their proper order.

“Chie.” HE calls, but then. “That’s right she isn’t here right now, then perhaps.”

A chilling smile draws to HIS face, snapping HIS finger and immediately draws a pentagram with the symbols and words that HE can only understand and use. A small gate then appears, mark with the image of thorny roses and a maple tree. Slowly it opens, then a footstep echoes, stepping outside and immediately bowing right before him with the words of respect.

“You called upon this humble servant of yours, Supreme God.”

“No need for long formalities. I need someone fast to relay a message to my pieces, and I think that you are the perfect one for that job, Jaira.”

With the blank expression and always dull face.