Galifian held panick in his eyes when he strolled in. An expression none of his servants had ever seen on their master's face before.
Not long ago, in the middle of his dinner, a fire message slit through time, transmitted from the night though the very long enigmatic doors of the window left wide open to accommodate the chilly night breeze, and drifted into the fingers of the treacherous which was held high in reflex as though he was aware of the transmission.
Notice: A fire message is one of the mediums of delivering a message in hell. A piece of paper lit on fire is carried in full force on air, fuelled by the burning fire. Once it gets to the hands of its reciever and the message is delivered, it burns rapidly to ash... It is mostly used by high ranking demons.
Galifian's heart thudded in his chest as his eyes opened wider than usual. He knew exactly what this was and what it meant as he rose from his seat instantly, processing what the letter he just read conveyed.
