"Be still!" another voice whispered back to Andromalius.
"It matters not in what order thee were sealed, it is thy servitude that this merciful God looks upon to cut us free from our prison."
"Belial , you should be there, upon the stone pillar. You, above all our brothers, whose form appears before us as angels themselves!" Andromalius chanted.
"Quiet . Do not worry about my fate. Thee should remember this is the closest we have ever been to the ranks of the angelic order , they who covet Dantalion. He who now wears immortality as if it were his right," - Belial spoke enviously.
The four demons of the Goetia still atop the pillars had already been called upon, restored to their mortal form by God's will. Overwhelmed with their human transformations, King Vine, Prince Sitri, Count Halphas, and Count Druitte stepped down onto the earth not as demons, but as men, showing their gratitude to Dantalion and the angelic order. The waiting demons in the Courtyard grew restless.
Dantalion's brilliance descended closer to the Courtyard, unable to cross hallowed ground. "By the order of thy merciful Lord God, he hath granted thy remaining demons of the Goetia and their legions pardon from thy condemnation. Thy may await the remainder of thy servitude within the Realm of Goetia, so it is ordered."
The words echoed to the far edges of the forest borders, and soon thereafter, a quiet calm veiled the Courtyard upon judgment of his brothers. In triumph, the demons' howls and cries resounded off the Courtyard walls, ringing justice in every ear. Demons tackled one another to the ground, clawing, and bearing their teeth, still demon, but free nonetheless.
Count Druitte gripped hold of Rowan's clawed fingers in a warrior's handshake, half-hugging his brother demon, relieved of his fate. "I knew Dantalion would show us mercy. I knew he would find a way."
Rowan stared curiously across the crowd. Prince Sitri stood with the other demons cheering. Rowan moved toward him.
"You remind me of someone. Do you know who it could be?"
Prince Sitri moved closer, no longer the form of a leopard's head but of a man, his long dark hair covering his equally dark eyes. "No, I know not who walketh the earth as beautiful as I" he smiled, a human smile, quite enthralled with his appearance.
"Oh, I get it, you're one of the conceited demons, huh?" Rowan smiled back.
"I do not believe beauty should be hidden for two ages behind the mask of a creature with spots," Prince Sitri smiled once again.