Two Eyes Cenote the night does not belong to god

against the desert stars did apollyon see her silhouetted, and he quickened his pace when her face did not turn away.

no alarm was sounded.

instead the figure dispersed into the blackness and then when he saw her once more she had come to him.

his lightless eyes were filled with a serpentine pleasure, even as wariness washed through the unknown creature. she was some amalgamation of fine mingled ancestry that mattered nothing to the demon beneath the lure of her scent.

"out for a walk?" apollyon crooned, though he made no move to close their distance.