"Y-You…" Aylin stumbled over her words, not expecting to be stabbed in the back. "We're supposed to be working together!"
Asael glanced down at her mildly, his disinterest was even more ruthless than an expression of anger. "You've begun a displeasing trend," He said measuredly, "I can't kill that nuisance so naturally everyone else will take the fall."
Moira's eyes went wide in shock; she couldn't speak, so she pointed to herself, at a loss.
Gilles' hands were clenched into fists by his side, the situation had taken an unexpected turn. Shadow Demons were a rarity, regarded as symbols of misfortune even in the Hells, if he was resigned to killing Aylin, there was about nothing he could do to stop it.
Despite being crowded against the stone wall by two Demons, Dulce effortlessly slipped past them and protectively stepped in front of Moira, a harmless smile on his face.
