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As we make our way through, shrugging, I can hear the elder guard scolding Denela.
` Walking a bit further into the city, I can see the immense pain this spell is causing Annette. I know I have to hurry.
A shroud of darkness pulsates from within the dwelling.
“Okay. Wait here.”
I consider merely shifting through the door before realizing it defeats the purpose.
She needs to see, too.
So I turn the doorknob, then crack into it with enough force to break the lock.
The living room is dim, but I can hear moaning upstairs.
We step up the stairs, lit by candlelight, to find the dark elf Loren, resting on the edge of the bed with his cock out as three nude human women sit at his feet, clearly there against their will.
He sees me, and his eyes grow tremendous.
I crack a smile as the three women start to scream.
Annette drops her form as my hand reaches into Loren’s chest.
His soul is so deliciously decadent. The darkness is both subtle and rich.
While I work, devouring Loren until a mere shell is left over, Annette calms the three women, telling them that we’ll find a way for them to escape the city and that they just need to keep their heads low in the meantime.
Getting out of the city is so much easier than getting in. In their panic, the city guards become disorganized, leaving their posts to deal with Loren’s death.
“I’d heard rumors about him,” Annette says as we stand in the far distance, near the edge of the forest. “It’s hard to believe they were true.”
“The deepest darkness is usually well-hidden in plain sight,” I tell her as I shift back into my regular, demonic form. I can’t help but wonder if she’d rather I stay a handsome human.
She looks up at me, a questioning expression settling on her features. I notice she doesn’t seem deterred by my changing face, and it pleases me.
“And what does that make you? Because you’re standing plainly in front of me, clearly as dark as they come.”
I sigh. Partly, I pity her, as I see the toll tonight has taken on her, both emotionally and physically.
“I wish you wouldn’t judge me so harshly,” I admit.
“Sometimes, you don’t offer me much choice.”
She shrugs, but as her eyes meet mine, I feel something deeper.
“I’m used to being the monster, and it helps me work,” I say. “People see me, and I’m like a harbinger of their deaths. The way they look at me, it’s like I’m all of their worst nightmares and most terrifying myths rolled into one creature.”
She nods, understanding more than I expected.
“And you want me to see you differently?”
“I do.”
She looks up at the rising sun, drifting on the horizon.
“When they cast me out, it really hurt, but it kind of felt inevitable.”
I sit down beside her on the soil, picking up a rock and fidgeting with it as I listen.
