A dark chuckle resounded from somewhere. The thick gray clouds refused to allow the sunlight to illuminate the place, so the woods were as dark as the night. Iris might have not been able to sense his presence earlier, but as soon as they returned home, she was able to sense a faint magic possessed by this demon lord.
"What is it that you require from me, my Queen?" Killian stepped out of the shadows alone, a faint smile gracing his lips. He was dressed in dark clothing, his long midnight hair flowing freely over his shoulders.
He looked the same as the first time Iris had met him as Marcus. It felt like it was only yesterday when she met this person and became her friend, but now, they had drifted apart from each other and Iris would never be able to look at him without being reminded of his betrayal and treachery.
