Astaroth reached my side in a single, thundering stride. Before I could even say "Welcome home, honey," his hand gripped the Necklace of Dark Desires around my neck with a force that almost snapped the chain. The enchanted stones, still vibrating with the remnants of my split-second aesthetic admiration for Camael, were screaming "Treason!" in a frantic, crimson pulse.
"This redness..." Astaroth growled, his voice coming from deep within, like tectonic plates grinding together in the bowels of the earth.
"These stones only turn this shade under one condition, Mad. When the shadow of another wanders through your mind, your skin, or your heart! While I was down in the pits of Hell defending your kingdom, what 'Light' were you spending your time with here?"
"The Angel Forced His Way In, Hubby!" (My Oscar-Winning Performance)
