Setting
It serves as Nedelethakor's throne room; the entire hall bathed in the radiant scintillation of billion faceted stone overhead. The Suzerain rarely holds audience here, however, as she is usually out running her newly seized Empire. A series of powerful fiends guard the room at all times, and it is large enough to hold a small gathering or feast. As per the overall schema of the Citadel, the great vaulted windows are open to the winds and the hall is always somewhat alive with the sound of desert wind...
They started to plunge their hand into his mind roughly, they had no time to be careful... They needed an apprentice and one such as he would do nicely. They reached in side as they felt something squirming in their and grabbed it as he slowly started to pull at it. Though some of it broke off making them frown slightly. What they were trying to get was none other than this boys' will.
They felt more try to slip away from them as the entity continued to pull at it as the blood from their left hand dripped on the ground, "We tried to be nice earlier, we tried to explain that what we do is needed." they informed him as they yanked hard on this boys will.