The Heartwood and i pray to god you dont come back here anymore

kaisteloki. the name meant little to caiaphas; she would have to press for more information later.

they were a while yet from the lake — caiaphas moved in step with merrick, never once at ease. never once betraying her unease. the man behind her was silent — it was he she was most concerned with. merrick, striving pupil seeking approval, would be easy to bend to her whims.. the ghost behind her, however...

yes.. after a meal.. caiaphas answered readily, wondering if merrick too would turn tail as vercingetorix had. she sought to put an end to that one and all, yet somehow, she thought this delightful demon was cut from a different cloth than vercingetorix, and perhaps not so easily turned pale. vercingetorix left me to die once — on a similar mission. tell me you will not do the same. she looked fullbore into his remaining eye, unblinking.