Dantalion of the Goetia: Taste the Obsession of a Demon

"What must be done?" Halphas asked.

"Thou either serveth Satan, or seek salvation," Dantalion explained.

"Thou art demons of the Goetia Dantalion. We have no chance for salvation within the third heaven," Sitri replied.

"Thou are wrong! There is redemption. It waits for us!"

"Fool! Ye must be blinded by the lust for the girl," Halphas told Dantalion.

"No. I know my purpose. It was once to guard mankind. I will fulfill my oath and be granted salvation. My immortality shall return," Dantalion assured them.

"What if thy cannot reclaim the mortal girl's soul?" Sitri asked.

"Then I too must serve Satan in exchange for her soul."

"Thee faces a difficult decision, Dantalion. We wish you well in your quest," Sitri was sincere.

"Everything I once had has been lost. I will not fail again. I know I will find a way. Somehow, I will set you free," Dantalion promised them.

The images of Dantalion's Goetic brothers faded and he regained his thoughts, remembering why they were all here. They were about to venture into the first heaven to reclaim my soul.

My soul was held by Satan far beneath the fires of the first heaven, imprisoned within a rock crystal tomb. Of the many souls moving about his dominion, mine was the only one he guarded. He had great plans for me, something far greater than the normal life of a mortal girl.

Once the brightest star of the heavens, Satan's fall from grace cast his brilliance to pitch. His pride crumbled around him, his descent underground proved that he was by no means the equivalent of God. His demon wings cleared the space where he sat at his throne of gold, serpents coiling around it at either side. The demons from the Courtyard of the Undead, guardians of the fires of his dominion, now guarded his most precious temptation of all, my soul.

Lilith told me Dantalion wasn't the one who was after me. Now I knew. My native blood prophesy of the fallen one who would bring down both guardian and man. Satan had achieved both.

Crimson flames laced with evil clung to him, as he grew closer, moving through the crystal tomb.

"Your soul is welcomed back, within my infernal dominion," his eyes, wide orbs of glass stared into my core.

Petrified, I forced myself to ask aloud the question that haunted me since the night I evoked Dantalion in the Courtyard of the Undead.

"Am I of immortal blood? Was my purpose of your creation?"