"Tell us everything you know about the one you call the Divine One.." Damian asked another question.
He was a massive, towering, chained figure inside his palace, which was built more like his grave. He was bound all over by gigantic chains. They were tightening day after day, and the bleeding of the Sun God never stopped. He rarely woke up, staying unconscious most of the time. Sulthar was protecting him at all times, never leaving his side.
Damian looked beside him. There was one more question remaining, but he had already learned all that he needed to learn. Damian thought about what he could ask more, and an idea came up. How far did the influence of this spell linger? What else could he do?
Looking at the red Demon with a smile, Damian said, "Since you are cooperating, I will let you go tomorrow. You cannot say a word about us to anyone, though."
