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Her words hit him like sparks against iron: brief, bright, and utterly harmless. He could smell the lie clinging to them. He let the silence stretch, savoring the way she clenched her teeth against the truth. He felt her bite down on the sound of pain, stubborn even now. It drew a low growl...

Azrakar tightened his grip as her knees buckled, lifting her weight with insulting ease. Her body sagged against his hand, trembling, but he refused to let her crumple to the stone. He wanted her upright and staring into the truth of her defeat. “Good,” he rumbled when her eyes at last cracked...

Azrakar lingered in the doorway, the chamber’s gloom bending around his frame. No longer fire and shadow alone, but flesh and blood—an incarnation that bled and bore wounds, yet still eclipsed everything around him. The cut on his cheek stung. It was a reminder of her resistance and he let it...

Azrakar roared. It was a sound that she would feel in her gut like rolling thunder. He had expected a blow from her fist. There was still some dark magic in that shard. It cut his cheek, sending fire and blood across the floor. The daemon didn't recoil. As she darted for the weapons he grabbed...

He didn't glance down at his feet. He did look down at the necklace. Then he looked to her side. She was bleeding. His claws had torn armour, fabric and flesh. That would need treating. He wouldn't risk her life. It was precious. This was the ordained moment. The scion that would unravel the...

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"Go, Lyza" he echoed. "If any of your kind are left tell them never to return. The flames fell. It left an odd quiet, broken only by Saeris' footfalls. Azrakar let her fists fall against him, each strike a reminder of her desperation rather than her strength. He did laugh. Even for him that...

Azrakar watched as Saeris trembled, dagger hovering over her heart. It was poised there in both desperation and defiance. Blood dripped from her wounds and her companions lay broken at her feet. Silence had fallen. It was a hush born of fear and reckoning. He felt the moment itself. It was a...

The spear didn't find it's mark. The demon turned. He was a towering figure of shadow and flame. He caught the spear and it turned to ash in his hand. Azrakar savored the fight in her glare. Her defiance offered him new life already. He turned and thrust his blade into the ground between them...

Azrakar relished the symphony of dying screams. Steel rang and shattered, prayers faltered on broken lips, and the scent of scorched flesh carried like incense to his lungs. The hunters had come with zeal blazing in their eyes, but zeal was brittle. It cracked when faced with true fire. A part...

That was good to know. If she was so determined to end her own life he would need to bind her. She would come to understand her place in this. In the gift she had been given. Azrakar wouldn't have their future taken away by a single swipe of a blade. He would - however - end each of these...

He felt alive. As the tug of the void grew more persistent he felt a flash of fear. All this time beneath the mountains and they finally sent a team to try and eradicate him. Azrakar even felt joy in knowing that he was finally in command of his destiny. He could die today, or he could fulfill...

"Do you have any idea how many of your kind I have dealt with?" he called out. "Curse and betrayed and weakened and trapped. Yet even know that you would dare to send so few..." Azrakar flinched. He felt the shift in magic as they started their chant. He took a step forwards. Darkness...

His eyes locked upon hers. Azrakar sighed in relief. The wait was over. He tilted his head to one side. Great horns leaned and his crown of flame flickered to life. "At last," he said. He spoke directly to the last scion. His gaze looked her up and down. Azrakar could feel the presence of the...

"There you are." His voice reverberated as if it came from every shadow in the hall. Azrakar looked up from his throne. He remained seated, one hand resting upon the pommel of a sword as tall as each of them. "Did you truly have to make such a mess on the way?" he asked, not expecting an...