"My Lady, we must hurry," Kirr had said, glancing back at Reina overlooking the approaching storm.
The winds were howling, wrenching against her tunic. Wet with the approaching rain, cascading over the horizon in a downpour of gray.
"Demons," Reina said. She had never seen a demon, yet her blood had said otherwise. The words had come to her lips, but she knew them to be true. Unease had come slithering up her spine like the touch of strangers. "What… is this feeling?"
"My Lady—"
Jorm lifted his palm to his brother, and Kirr went silent. Something was wrong.
Kuu lifted its head, peering up at Ren with anxious eyes.
The stench in the air had been one of brimstone. One Ren had been familiar with. Her mother carried the stench deep within her blood, tainted by madness. It was the stench of hell.
