[The Underworld – Abbadon... Construction District, Construction Sector C-99]
The sound of metal against stone was constant, rhythmic like a tired heart. The crackling of ethereal whips, toxic fumes escaping from cracks in the floor, and muffled grunts made up the soundtrack of everyday life.
Malgron drove another ossium stake into the living concrete of the wall. The material pulsed, as if resisting domestication. Sweat ran down his broad back, evaporating before it even reached his waist. Not because of the heat, but because of the hostile nature of the air around him. The atmosphere there did not respect humidity.
Malgron was a second-generation demon, descended from a 13th-century pact with some obscure English baron. His horns were short and somewhat worn, and his yellow eyes no longer shone as brightly as they once had. He wore a grimy gray jumpsuit bearing the logo of the contractor "Construsangre Dermonic," one of many that reported directly to Paimon.
