Alexei didn’t know how he could tell, but he knew the strange Shade in front of him was… watching him somehow. Considering the creature didn’t have any eyes he wasn’t sure how that was possible. He also wasn’t sure what the shade even was. Alexei had seen shades get formed, he’d seen shades do what shades do, all thanks to the memories that he had been allowed to view by the Demon Lord’s tapestries. The shade in front of him didn’t look like any shade that he’d seen before. The shades the Demon Lord had made were an inky blackness the whole way through, from their core right out to their edge they were clearly a blight on the skin of the world. Wrongness incarnate. Alexei’s shade wasn’t like that. It still had the wrong, dark, core. But its outer edge was a blinding white light, dazzling in its radiance. “The Demon Lord’s power is corrupting me… but, am I corrupting it back?” Alexei muttered to himself. It didn’t matter either way. Whether it was a true shade or some halfway

The five of them sat around the round table that Christopher would usually use for making adjustments to clothes in the back of his shop. The old lion tailor had been glad to see Alexei, almost as if he knew what was coming when the man arrived with his party of Neave, Risa and Lyla in tow. “So then, I’ve gathered you all here today for a simple reason,” Alexei said, “With the immediate threat of the assassins gone, it’s about time I lived up to a promise. A promise I made to Christopher to take down the slave tent in the market and free the beastkin who have been trapped there.” Lyra’s eyes widened in shock, while Risa steepled her fingers and rested her chin on the tips. Christopher and Neave both merely smiled. While Neave hadn’t been around for their conversation on the matter, she’d always had a sneaking suspicion that Alexei might one day return to the slave tent, either to liberate some more of the slaves who lived there or simply to burn it all to the ground. “I knew I co

All Alexei wanted to do was think about Risa now that Lyla had brought the subject up, but as he arrived back at the Mage Temple he knew that he couldn’t really afford to be thinking about things like that. Not until everything was said and done and they were out from under the thumb of the Assassins Guild. Not until the Demon Lord’s plot was halted. He sighed and opened the big doors of the temple, slipped through them, and shut them behind him. “You’re back, then,” Risa’s voice startled him, and he couldn’t help but jump. “You waited for me at the door?” Alexei asked. Risa was sat on one of the benches by the main door of the temple. Usually, they’d be used by outsiders who were waiting to be spoken to by the mages at the temple. Risa had been using it to wait for Alexei while reading a book. “I wanted… to make sure, I guess, that you weren’t angry at me like Lyla was,” Risa said, unable to meet his eye. He hadn’t noticed it before, but the way her hair played across

The first time Alexei had walked through the slave tent led by this strange bearskin creature he had felt distinctly unsettled. Now that he was being led through the gloom by the creature once again, only this time with the crackling sound of flames in the distance and the smell of burnt flesh in the air that unsettled feeling was magnified a thousand times over. "Are you taking me to see him?" Alexei asked, before elaborating, "Your master, I mean.""Yessss," the snake beastkin hissed without even turning to look at him.The last time Alecei had walked through the slavers tent he had been amazed and disgusted by how many beastkin were locked up in all the cages. Now not even the cages were left. The place had been completely cleared out, almost as if the slave master had known he was coming. It was strange, far too strange for Alexei's liking. "Where are all the slaves?" Alexei asked, "The last time I was here the place was stinking with them. You couldn't move without them scr

Alexei staggered to his feet once more. In that moment he decided that he really didnt like cross temporal teleportation, or whatever strange method of time travel had conveyed him between past and future. He also decided that he wasnt going to be telling anyone about what he'd been through. No one needed to know that he'd gone to the future and no one needed to know that he apparently became the Demon Lord there. It wasnt going to be his future either. He was sure of that. He would change the path that was laid out before him and never become a Demon Lord. As he gained his bearings Alexei realised that whatever had been holding the flames back had finally failed, and they were beginning to eat through the tent. He'd have to tell Lyla that the Slave Trader had escaped in the inferno, though what he'd say about the slaves that had disappeared he had no idea. What he needed to do now was find the traders safe and then get out of the tent. The slave trader seemed fond of him in t