The Sentinels ageless beauty

Gone? How were the tribes just. . .gone? There were so fucking many of them, like cockroaches! Impossible to stamp out. Zamael stared blankly at her for a long moment, her last words taking a little while to resonate with him. Of course, he laughed when they finally did, a sound without humor.

Yeah, no, I don't give a shit, the elder Keil shot back, chuckling. But, like. . .what the fuck? What do you mean gone? That's impossible. It simply wasn't possible. She was either lying to him to solicit attention or comfort, or completely out of her mind.

He thought he heard pawsteps in the brush, but paid them no mind, instead fixing his wildfire gaze on his sister (niece? both? what the fuck?), waiting for her response.