Malika stops: "Who are you? And how do you know my name? Why don't you show your face."
Malika hears what sounds like an old man chuckling behind her back. "Easy, easy. Turn around, I'm not so swift any more as I used to be, hihihi..." "And you will probably know me by my former name....it was Agrippa."
Only the sound of that name makes Malika freeze. "You were the great enslaver. Of the Angels. And you destroyed their home and all their dragons."
The old man has taken a seat: "I did. But those were other times. And I was another man back then. So many things have happened it the mean time." The man invites Malika to take a seat herself.
Malika sits down: "What do you mean?" "Do you claim that all those atrocities are to be forgotten, just because you have grown old?"
"You have killed dozens of Angels, mutilated them, tortured them, and then killed them. You even killed my parents."
"No, I did not....I wasn't even in charge anymore."
"What do you mean?"
"That is a story to be told when you come with me." Before Malika can react the old man blows a horn.
A giant red dragon that must have been around because Malika did not hear it flying over sticks his head through the entrance of the small temple.
Since Malika has never seen a dragon up close (as a matter of fact she has never seen a living dragon until today) she runs out of the temple through another door.
The old man in the mean time is laughing out loud: "You can come back, he won't hurt you." "This my friend Lucifer, and the only reason why this moment exists is because him and you have to get acquainted."
Malika is still not convinced of the both of them. Is she to follow an infamous war criminal and a fiery red dragon called Lucifer? Is this her destiny? And then she remembers the book from the library.
So she goes back to the place where the old man sits.
"Now stop fooling around, and follow me." The old man grabs his crutches , pulls himself up and chuckles when he sees Malika's face.
Malika is still hesitating....
...but the face of a growling dragon makes her run to the old man, whose name she does not want to pronounce.