The path before them was littered with bones. The spiderwebs above their heads swayed like Death's Shroud.
"Marek… so help you if this is a trap," Valentius hissed. The winged wolf next to him was yet to test him, or so Valentius thought.
The creature was now about as tall as Valentius. A mount like no other, even if most people who had used such wolves were Druids and not Nightshades.
"Oh? And since when do you talk to me so?" Marek was smirking.
Even with only one arm, he could trash Valentius. Kill Albert.
Make it so that Valentius would never leave him. And, one day, he would kill the boy as well.
Eat his heart, which should have belonged only to him.
Save his eyes, the mirror to his soul, for later. The pathway to the special ability Wrath wanted so much.
"Oh?" Valentius asked as he took a step towards Marek. He was certain that their bond was still stood strong.
That he could bring the demon to his knees with just a touch of mana.
