She shivered to see the ash gray being. It was not just his strength, but every aspect of her race memory down to her very cells rejected what was before her. She felt deep loathing and terror in equal measure.
She had heard the stories about Fiends but the soulless had seemed far worse as she had experienced them. Now, she knew how foolish that thought had been.
The soulless were just tools. They were scary but without commands, they were just puppets without an ability to move on their own.
The Fiend seemed to have the world trying to reject him. Her senses felt like Heaven was looking for him but could not find him! He was beyond its power somehow!
She also felt the glance at her nearly steal her soul but Lord Lind Frey stopped whatever it was. The soulless had to physically touch someone to consume them.
