Constantine quickly set up the magic circle. The instant he poured energy into it, the pendant blazed with dazzling light.
The other side responded swiftly, clearly accustomed to this sort of thing. Before long, a gigantic red figure with two horns and three pairs of eyes on his face appeared in the room.
Pride first shut the elevator doors, stopping the eager Greed, then opened his mouth and nearly pissed Greed off to death with his very first sentence.
"We're prepared to sacrifice the souls of human infants to you. What do you intend to give us in return?"
The words were those of a believer, but his tone was as cold as a business negotiation. Clearly, it pleased neither side.
Trigon was visibly taken aback. He had answered the summons of countless believers, but he had never seen anyone this arrogant. Usually, they began with heaps of flattery before tremblingly offering up sacrifices and begging him to grant them a little power.
Trigon's gaze fell on Schiller, but since this was not his true body, it was as though he were looking at people through several layers of screens. He could not make out exactly who was present, seeing only vague silhouettes.
Yet what drew his attention most was the orb of light in Schiller's hand. It contained immensely rich, pure energy, resembling countless delicious infant souls.
I actually have followers this capable, Trigon thought. He knew something of Earth's situation. He had merely taken a nap, and most of his followers had become sneaky and stingy. Where had this one come from, being so generous?
Trigon swept out a hand, remarkably generous. He immediately pushed a portion of his power through the tiniest gap in the net and displayed it before them, confident that they would recognize its