Greatwater Lake where there is neither sense of life or joys,

relmyna had not expected his presence, but the reaction of the hot-eyed demon at once both surprised and did not surprise the evoker. as his countenance shifted into a black mood, relmyna felt the primordial stirrings of base instinct rearing swiftly within her — her body cried that she fall defensive and protect the children she carried.
but instead the woman held fast as the darkness crept nearer, swallowing her small frame with his stygian shadow; relmyna realized, as he touched her with a gentleness not befitting who he was, that she was in no danger.
perhaps time and chance would find her wrong, but the evoker met her gaze with his own, and without fear. you will not harm me, came her silent missive, followed by the barest hint of a smile on her decimated lips.