On the evenings where initiations took place, the Devil’s Den would be closed. Regardless of the fact that the ceremony took place in the establishment’s lower levels, all members needed to attend. Adarna already informed him that a female Darkling sought to join their family and the deadline for her task was in a few hours. Markus knew who the girl was; he’d been the one to lead her in Seryth’s direction. Just as he assumed, Nylah took the bait and tonight he’d welcome her to his organization.
The demon prince had been in his office when he was informed of Nylah’s arrival. To his surprise, Markus was greeted by the young female’s battle-ridden appearance. She was almost covered head to toe with dark, red ichor and her skirt had been in shreds, exposing her flesh. As he observed her, an odd sensation curdled in the pit of his stomach; an emotion he hadn’t felt in centuries. “Varro.” He directed his attention to a goon. “Take the skull, boil the skin off, and place it in my chambers."
His gaze fell back to Nylah and a slight grin colored his features. "You’ve done well, Darkling, but I’m afraid I haven’t been totally honest with you upon our first meeting. I am no mere member of his organization. I am it’s leader, Markus Burkes.” He snapped his fingers in the direction of a young witch near the bar. “Wylla, get her cleaned up and into a ceremonial robe. A crimson one. You have ten minutes."