"Do you know of anyone else who practices necromancer magic in Draoidh?" asked Seraph as he floated towards the entrance of the cabin and looked beyond into the forest. The Diumbe were lurking on the outside.
"I only knew about Circe, Master," Iona replied.
"Hmm…" he said. The door of the cabin opened on its own and he went out saying, "I will be back soon."
Iona watched him leave the cabin and merge with the darkness.
As Seraph walked into the dark forest, he recalled the day he was married to Etaya. It was such a beautiful day. He couldn't believe his luck that a fae princess had chosen him, a demon, a bane blood. He was so proud of her. She had run away from her kingdom to be with him.
