III

Lugonu, the Unformed, had been the one to order Enron’s rain on earth as a possessing spirit. He had ‘fathered’ him and watched him grow and flourish into a prince of chaos and deception. However five hundred years after Enron’s return an argument with one of his fellow rulers on another level had led to his eternal extinction. Where demons go when they are exterminated within the lands of hell, not even Lucifer knows; they just disappear.

Whoever said that demons feel no emotions was sorely mistaken. Although the rather young demon showed little distress over the death of Lugonu, he often spoke of his greatness with great sorrow in his violet eyes.

“He moved with such grace, demanding respect and getting it with little ease. His greatness is unsurpassable.” His deeply accented voice did not waver; instead it was filled with great pride for his former master.

Enron shortly replaced Lugonu and obtained the title ‘The Delusive’ for he was, as it states, deceptive. The tower and all around it was his to control and all misdemeanours that took place were his to deal; however he so desired.

As negative and backward as he was, Enron took on the job with pride. Often he walked amongst the souls and his minions but, very rarely, he took to sitting on his throne and watching over the peculiar land. Gaining control over the fourth level had hardened him, created a tough outer shell which he had been greatly lacking in before. It had bettered his posture and had brought a more common twang to his voice, although the accent still had majority. However, the eager twinkle that once lingered in his eyes had vanished. He was now a leader, one of the many demon princes; nothing more.