Archer gasped as moloch pulled him through the mirror. The reflective realm moved and twisted around them, almost living and breathing in sync with the pair. The ground began to solidify, crystallising beneath their feet. Several doorways formed, an unbearable light beaming through them, as the pair walked forward one of the doors began to darken; the shadows within twisting and writhing to form the bare bones of a room. A room awfully similar to a throne room. Archers small bag of belongings somehow seemed so cheap compared to the lavish rugs and drapes covering the surroundings. Deep purples and blues were woven all throughout the room. However one item stood out to Archer; a large silver throne sat at the far end of the room, decorated with large gems and jewels. It seemed to call to him, to whisper. Moloch squeezed his hand quickly to grab his attention before nodding towards the doorway. The dark hallway seemed damp and plain compared to the room, at least from what Archer could see. "Hello gentlemen," *** Lilith's gone and now the pair are left in the hands of Moloch's tyrannical father. A cruel man with sinister plans for their future. Oh and Archer is not quite himself either but with a court case and new rules to learn he's going to have to pull himself together.

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