"Well, you see, violence is not the only way to fight and win wars".
The middle-aged Demon grinned. "You can also win wars by starving your opponents".
Sir Alfred's face turned cold as he looked into the Succubus' eyes. "So Seraphina, tell me, you and I, who should be desperate?"
"Who should be scared?"
"Who should be shaking in fear?"
For a long time, Seraphina Duskveil didn't say a single word as she looked into the deep grey eyes of the Demon.
She looked around at the distant castle which was still in stealth. Though she couldn't see Dreadmoor, she knew its position as she could feel the qi densities of the powerful Awakened who were there and were ready to help the Demon to end her life if an S Rank battle did start.
'They came prepared…' She thought quietly.
She thought of Ravenhelm.
