asant scent of roses filled the air. Across the boulevard was a great, domed crimson building. Below the large central dome were a cluster of smaller domed outer buildings, with spiraling white minarets at the cardinal points. The place reminded Spyder of Hagia Sophia in Istanbul, though this structure was a dark and dismal parody of the ancient church-turned-mosque.
"Is that the palace?" Spyder asked.
Ashbliss pulled him quickly through the plaza. "Of course. Keep your head down. Dont speak unless youre spoken to, slave. "
"Lets walk by the entrance and see if there are guards. "
"There arent. Were going to my masters home. "
"I dont trust you. Five minutes isnt going to kill you. "
"It will if one of Beelzebubs other attendants sees us and asks questions. "
Spyder stopped in his tracks, but Ashbliss didnt notice. When he reached the end of the chain, he was jerked back and almost fell over. The demon yanked Spyder with all his weight.
"Move, slave. "
"No. "
"We had a deal. "
"Lets walk by the palace. "
"Someone will see us!"
"They will if you keep arguing with a slave. "
"You selfish beast. You want to trick me!"
"No, this one usually keeps his word. Though, some women might argue the point. "
Spyder looked at a nearby bench, the apparent source of the voice, but no one was there. Then, by his ear he heard, "Bring hither the fatted calf, and let us eat, and be merry. The Prodigal son is returned. "
"My lord!" cried Ashbliss, dropping onto his belly.
"Countdown? How did you get down here?"
Count Non smile
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