“He already knows about you,” Apollyon snapped. “You’re his Vessel. He’s just been waiting for you to die. If he finds out you’re here in a demon’s custody, he’ll be extremely eager to meet you.” “Really?” “No!” he snapped. “He wants to wear your corpse like a well-tailored suit, you fool. What do you think is going to happen?” “So you’re saying he doesn’t want to be friends?”
