Two shapes appeared in the distance. One was a hooded sorcerer, holding a twisted snake staff and floating in midair.
My godfather, Lord Elson, circled him defensively in his blue robes. "Your mother, the empress, had such high hopes for you."
"She disgraced herself by marrying a mortal," the sorcerer replied. "I never cared for that weak woman."
"Raphael, you're the descendant of a proud race. Why let the dark arts corrupt you?"
"That's none of your business, old man. Even if you're my godfather." Raphael gave him a look of contempt and raised his staff. A demon was summoned to appear before him, with a pair of fangs outstretched from its blurred figure.
"You'll never be emperor -"
The demon knocked him to the ground. Lord Elson raised his staff in defensive as the demon slashed at him with claws, struggling in vain to rise against its attack.
I tried to run forward, desperate to help him. But I could not move, trapped by a mysterious force. I tried to scream, but could not make a single sound.The sorcerer whispered inaudibly. Lord Elson's eyes turned blood red, and his lips begin trembling without control. He did not cry out, though he was on the verge of death.