Without her consent, Zareth had become tied to Silva, his words controlled her mind entirely, and she couldn't stand against him anymore.
Silva watched as she backed down, no longer trying to attack him. He smiled in response to that and spoke.
"You finally understand what's at stake," he said. Then he turned his focus back to the place. He didn't understand why Ophelia would throw one of her strongest races into a place like this.
It wasn't making any sense. Sure, they were demons and loved war, but to seal them in an unlivable place like this was simply bad.
He shook the thoughts out of his mind and spoke to Zareth. "Lead the way, let's find your leaders."
"Hell is not a simple prison; it's a world of its own, much like the realm of the vampires. The leaders of Hell, the generals, are all in different locations. I served under General Abedon, the great war general.
