Mount Everfall bullspear

she did not drift away, nor take a protective stance. no; the maid softened, and a smile furled to dark life on asmodeus' pallid features. "not to brag," he lied in a gentle voice, pitched bass to match her musicality, "but i can take you places you've not been."

he began to walk now alongside her, their path forming a scenic curve along the foothills at the base of the mountain. "what's your name, little latte?" here now the brush of his stygian eyes over the girl again.