For it knew what was to accompany this birth of a new Demon, a Demon that would bring forth the ire of him, the tyrant that rules the material plane.
And it's ending, one can imagine.
Unaware to them all, in a world built up of thoughts and the memories of those that Lakram consumed. Some things were playing out.
And in those memories, the eyes of an old being opened up. Eye containing vicissitudes of life and maturity that was never present in Lakram.
But this was Lakram, or an aspect of him, who moved in these memories, looking for the key to completely control this bizarre power that Lakram had obtained. "Humans have evolved a lot since my time." Spoke the figure, sometimes his voice being that of a child, and then that of an old man.
