Asmodeus looked at his lovers, but couldn't wait. "I have to leave, wait here."
Woosh!
His wings spread with a burst of aura, and he shot into the sky like an arrow, flapping them twice to reach the height he needed. His eyes scanned the camp and then turned to Baltimore, which had closed its gate, leaving the only entrance open through a tunnel to allow supplies inside.
With incredible speed, Asmodeus flew towards the city before descending into the central citadel, his goal to find the honoured guests from the mainland. "Simon mentioned them a few nights ago in his message." Asmodeus whispered to himself while rushing through the empty hallways.
No maids.
No guards.
Empty...
"Why? How did we have dinner?"
A heavy wave of realisation hit him as he remembered something crucial; the guests from the mainland must have either hidden or left Baltimore at least before the day he arrived.
