Devi was aware of her position as Zoravec' servant and guide to clean his mess. The demoness of lust shifted her side on the bed and supported herself on the elbow. She stared at dead Lyra whose eyes were still open with her faint red iris fixated towards the sky.
"You should have known he was not your mate, when you did not feel any spark connection with him. Tsk tsk, but you insisted and gave in to your lust and greed to taste his seed."
She clicked her tongue and snickered over the pathetic luck of the lady.
Devi sat on the bed with a mischievous grin as she lifted her right hand and bit her index finger. Blood oozed from the sharp cut caused by her canines, Devi carved a line in the middle of her forehead which got absorbed in Lyra's skin.
"This should help clean up the mess. Hehe, I missed using this magic on someone."
