The Fifth Summon

Following a hysterical cackle, that familiar annoying slightly high pitched voice echoed in the arena.

The person who spoke emerged from the shadows. He had his eyes covered with a raggedy piece of clothen that used to be white, he was tall and lanky, his back bent, giving him the appearance of a hunchback, the Roman numeral five written in bold italics on his neck and his skin appeared diseased.

"So this is your true form, Seth, fifth summon of the Tartarus Klisi clan," Vega said, glaring at him with daggers.

"It's been awhile, did you miss me, because I missed you both, especially you Dove," he said excitedly, and Dove frowned, irritated by his appearance, the smell he emitted, and his way of speaking.

"I was originally ordered to kill a girl named Amaria because El couldn't complete that one task, but instead I'll leave that to my minions while I handle you both," he said again, clapping his hands.

'So El was the one who used illusion magic that time and now this guy is targeting Am