The Wretched Divine

With a guttural roar, the demon crumpled to the ground. “Get the princess to safety!” he yelled, and Aurelie wasted no time as she grabbed Ilaria by the arm, hauling her across the garden and through the castle doors. Varen was his own kind of monster, and while Aurelie held no taste for seeing that side of her father, she forced herself to recall the feeling of having a demon’s body beneath hers, its throat bared to her blade. Then let’s change that pretty face of yours.” Aurelie had tried not to model herself too closely after any particular demon when she’d crafted her glamour. He spun, and in that moment, he seemed to finally take in the wreckage of his army.