[Suzerain of Sheol]

The child betrays no reaction to the Heroic Spirit's arrival, and less still to his grandstanding. From elsewhere than that mutilated mouth, the voice of Andreas addresses his Servant. "I suggest you master yourself, Lord Byron. Tell me..." The child moves now to stand squarely before its thrall, blinded eyes staring up into the poet's powdered visage. "The laws of death have been suspended in your favor. Do you know why?"