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My fellow demons are happy about the chance of a fight.
Our trek to Camp Shadows, which is situated south of the citadel, starts quickly. I know exactly where we are going, so I lead the way along with Kryon and Denzig.
Both demons have been surprisingly quiet, and I know it’s because they dislike that the soz’garoth has made this allowance for me.
They think I’m too well-liked and that I’m treated differently.
Maybe, one day I will teach them how to read.
The soz’garoth brings up the rear on the only equu that we brought along with us. When I look back, I see that he has his head down. He’s paging through a hefty book.
Dusk is falling when we arrive at Camp Shadows.
I know instantly that something is wrong. I can smell it in the air. It’s the smell of dark magic and twisted desires.
The scent of elves.
Fucking elves.
I fucking hate dark elves.
Dark elves think they own the world. They are ruthless, vicious creatures. And the worst of it is that their ruthlessness is hidden by a veneer of beauty.
I hate them.
But the dark elves are not the only thing I smell. Beneath the dark magic and science of the elves, there are scents of something else.
Orcs. The rough, dark, raw scent of orcs lingers in the air.
Orcs smell disgusting, though demons seem to be the only ones who can smell their true scent.
And beneath all that is a fainter fragrance. An almost delicate fragrance.
The fragrance of sweetgrass and nabella and rirzed herb.
Naga.
The word comes out in a growl from both Kryon and Denzig while I think it. We look around us, and our entire contingent has picked up the scents of the naga.
How have those slippery bastards wiggled their way into this mess? Damn it!
“Varzig,” Kryon turns to me. “Not even we demons can stand against three armies.”
“I know,” my heart sinks in my chest. All I can think of is Tessa. In the middle of this triangle of madness and magic. “I know.”
“What should we do, soz’garoth?” Denzig claps my shoulder with his large, rough hand.
He turns to the soz’garoth and waits for an answer. The old sorcerer demon looks around him with pursed lips.
“The only thing that I think we can do is create a portal and go to ask our King what to do.”
Kryon and Denzig both nod their agreement, and the rest of the demons mutter among themselves.
It seems that everyone agrees with the plan. And it’s a good plan.
Except that I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving Tessa again. Once was enough.
And I certainly cannot expect this small encampment to protect itself from three armies. I will do what I can.
