"She's different now." Dante didn't mean to say it aloud, but the words hung in the air, heavy and true.
The receiving hall inside Hallow was like a copy of the throne room in hell that the Sins knew like the back of their hand. However, this time, there were ten thrones; five on the floor, and another five up on a mini stage. Then there was a set of black curtains, and a throne of bones that only one person was qualified to sit on.
Dark onyx pillars were placed every five feet, and a blood red runner when from the hall doors all the way to the third throne.
The Sins were lazing around, all but Dante who sat in his throne on top of the stage. His back was straight as he stared down at the demons in front of him, their long list of demands going into one ear and out the other.
He had more important things to worry about then two demons bitching about who owns a human's contract.
