The Sentinels good morning, worm, your honor

iliksis, some manner of terrible demon, stared hungrily at the girl.

the girl stared back.

the smile that hung loose across his reprehensible face did not fall off or falter; openly the man studied how maegi had grown so perfectly into her own body. her limbs were thin and lissome, the soft curve of her navel an invitation --

iliksis took a single step forward, eyes moving from the alluring shape of her belly to her neck, her face, the ugly scar that tore across her lips in a perpetual grimace.

the girl asked what he wanted; the smile faded. "everything."

iliksis knew they were alone; very few visited the doom of donnelaith, and he considered it a stroke of serendipitous fortune that he discovered her there. he took one more step forward, tail twitching as he watched the girl for her reaction.