Letting shimmers run down my spine and throughout my limbs as the red haze with black edges overtook my vision, I pulled myself back together into my human form. "What are you going here?"
Zisaria smirked, taking a step forward.
I help up my hand, palm out. "That's close enough."
She smiled but stopped. "Well, to answer your question, I came to try and avoid a war." She shrugged nonchalantly. "Or a battle, you might say."
"Pray tell, how do you plan to do that?" I asked, clearly intrigued. "Have you decided to denounce the Devil and disband The Sisterhood of the Damned?"
"Not hardly." She waved her hand dismissively, stalking, nearly floating a she moved, resembling the snake that she was. "And that name—The Sisterhood of the Damned—is too...." A shiver ran over her body. "Abhorrent, don't you think?"
I shrugged. "Sounds pretty accurate to me."
