“I bind the Prince of Gluttony into a favor of my choosing, at a date of my choosing, in which he will not hesitate to act upon the request at once.” I repeated the words, watching with a bit of satisfaction as the stoic vampire finally showed a hint of pain. His throat bobbed slightly; the sensation, I’d been told, was like hellfire crawling up each of your veins as it bound a Prince of Hell to someone.
