Raorka dreamed about a town in flames. He dreamed of the corpses of everyone strewn around Temuril. Lucerne. Drisnen. Artemis. Jareth. Lumina. Rowena. Maris. And at the center of it all was a beautiful yet terrible being.
The Demon of Lust.
She stood atop a burning town, a massacred town. And she smiled.
Then, with a jolt, he woke up, gasping for air, his body slick with cold sweat. It took Raorka some time to acclimatize himself, to remember where he was.
The Mayor's mansion, Lucerne, kidnapper, Demon.....
Right! I was captured by the Demon!
He looked around in panic. And then he realized he was not alone. And he almost vomited again.
He was in some sort of cage in a room, behind what he assumed was one of the closed doors he had seen.
But he wasn't alone.
