CelestialSmudjy

Chapter 3 The Daemon’s capital of Impes was dull. There were few people in the once vibrant and bustling city, even the sky was a constant state of grey. It was a stark comparison of the place in Alarice’s memories. Lilim’s home was also quiet. The servants scurried to perform their duties while the nobles stood pontificating. That much as not changed. The looks she received as she entered Lilim’s mansion were akin to what one would give a rat; although Heine was the one receiving the most contemptuous glares. Alarice had bought him some new clothes while they stopped in a village. She had also helped him to wash, tr

Chapter 2 The border was bustling, even with the obvious apprehension of the people. News travelled fast between the common folk, especially of the slower aging. Alarice adjusted her cowl; she rarely left her palace these days, but her face was well known. If anyone recognised her, she would have to tell them where she was going. Valeda was far more enthused for the journey than Alarice. For the longest time Alarice had been “feeling”. The emotions of too many people had begun to touch the traces of her Empathy.  And there was something else. An odd feeling she could hardly put into words. “Lissy, are ya’ ready?̶

Chapter 1 Alarice stood in her office, looking over her map. Once she stood here with all other Leaders as they decided on their borders. Now she stood with only her closest allies, bar one, as they discussed the many murders that have been happening recently. Her brother, Lyall, had recently returned from training with the Revenants. Hector stood at the table as he told Alarice of the recent activities. “There are too many people crossing the borders” he said in his gravelly voice as he pushed his aged silver hair off his face, “My people have been unable to determine who could have caused these deaths” “But y

                                               Prologue She watched the life drain from his eyes. Once again, these foolish humans tried to kill her. It was a game to her now; she relished the power she had over those foolish men as she held their life in her hands. And yet this chilled her to her core. She felt herself slipping away, being replaced with nothing but the will to survive. To ensure her people survive. She stared down at the bodies of the creatures. They were so weak, so pathetic. Nothing about them was good. They were no better than rats, scurrying for survival. And they reduced her to their level. They made her kill, just to