"They will be released of the vessel from which they were sealed."
"Does this mean that Dantalion will be released too?" I started to feel a glimmer of hope.
"I'm afraid not, my child. Dantalion cannot walk among men. He hath but only two choices," the follower responded gravely.
"Well, what are they?" I grew impatient. "Tell me!"
"Dantalion was guardian before his fall from grace, therefore, he must return to his rightful throne among the third heaven," he answered without hesitation.
"What is the other choice?" I was afraid to hear the answer.
"Either serve under God, or serve under Satan. Only when all the demons of the Goetia are rightfully released of their servitude can they summon the four great Kings of Hell. Until then, they all must answer to Satan," he nodded. "We are here…"
He led me inside one of the great rooms, filled with a banquet of food, drink and thirty six hundred ravenous demons, devouring everything their claws touched. At the head of the magnificent room was Dantalion, a grimoire set in front of him with a goblet of wine, just like the night I saw him on Samhain. He held out his razor sharp claws, his eyes locking with mine.
"She is here!" he announced.
Every eye was on me, glowing, piercing into my thoughts. Every eye except Rowan's. I sat next to Dantalion, faintly smiling, and looking very human.
"A toast, to my brother demons, and to obsession…." he winked at me, raising his glass, the whole room filling with voices, guzzling of wine, and unruly sounds you would hear only in the wild. No cup went unfilled, and after hours of drinking, the demons began to feed, some devouring one another for power, others eyeing me in an obsessive, obtrusive way.