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Azrakar’s lips quirked - half-sneer, half-smile - at the tiny furious spark she offered. He regarded her for a long moment. The cut on his cheek pulsed faintly with dried blood; her mark was a small argument in a war of greater wounds. He crouched again until their faces were level, so close...

Azrakar watched the spit arc and land at his feet. A slow, dark amusement warmed his features; the portion of him that delighted in small cruelties flexed like a coiled muscle. He did not rage. He only smiled. He stepped forward until the steam blurred the space between them. The vastness of...

Azrakar’s eyes narrowed, her growl vibrating through his chest less. It carried her anger through his core. Pride had faltered. Flesh had confessed. He did not retreat when she recoiled. His free hand followed her movement, catching her shoulder and holding her there. His other hand resumed its...

Azrakar watched the breath catch in her throat as the cloth pressed into her torn flesh. Azrakar reminded himself that she was destined, but still just a mortal. Her tremor was so slight, so human. She wasn't broken, but she was vulnerable. He could have savoured that. He preferred when she...

"No," he said plainly. "This is not the time for your fight," he warned. Those words were chilling in their implication. Azrakar calmly informed her that moments were coming where she would want to fight. That she should save her strength for that endeavour. The dark skinned demon dropped...

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...