From the sea of blood, three figures rose.
The one nearest to Kyle was a woman. Her white hair and eyes were quite a contrast to her crimson skin covered in black veins. The pair of demonic wings on her back stretched as she opened her eyes. Terrifyingly beautiful, Kyle thought as he noticed her sharp fangs, and claw like hands. A long tail swung from one side to the next as she raised her chin.
The other two were identical to one another. Both of them had dark grey skin, and a pair of wings on their backs. They both wore armour made from the scales of something. Perhaps a dragon, the young man thought. Although they seemed much more dangerous with their hostile gazes, and the pair of horns on their heads, the woman terrified him so, so much more.
“Welcome, Lady of the Pit.” Droigheann’s voice sounded. “And young lords as well.” He respectfully bowed his head.
The Demon of the Nightbloom circled around them and took his place
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