SARIEL HAD HER IN HIS CLUTCHES. A World Eater, one of the most powerful he had ever encountered.
She had been cornered on Earth, Sariel’s domain. The World Eater had forced herself into the body of a woman named Fancy Hastur, effectively pinning herself down in a weakened body that was nine months pregnant.
This time, she had to die.
Cloven hooves tore into the mud as Sariel stretched his wings out, urging himself forward. Above him, dark clouds twisted and writhed, needles of rain beating on his shoulders.
Behind him, Judas struggled to keep up, barely a match for his liege in his own human form.
She stumbled, slamming to the ground. Sariel slowed to a crawl, circling his prey. She was trapped, a dead end of stone before her.
A sinister air fell over the trees, making Sariel’s heart pound. The World Eater pulled herself out of the mud, clutching a sobbing infant to her chest. It stank of a demon. It hurt to kill one of his humans, but she had corrupted it.
The World Eater took a step forward, taking a deep breath as Sariel towered above her, licking his maw. She opened her eyes, smiling.
“So we finally meet, Guardian Sariel.”
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World Eater
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