The growl of a demoness was almost a whimper.
A teenage girl with a scarred face framed by short dark hair and tiny fangs marking her as a demoness trailed her.
Deidre's eyes fell to the tall teen demoness, who was shaking and clinging to Darkyn's mate.
Darkyn's mate cast a worried look at the teen demoness, who was shaking.
The death dealer tossed the teen demoness through a yellow portal, onto the mortal plane rather than into Hell.
Wynn stood with a slender teen demoness, half of whose face was knotted with thick scars.
He did a lot of bad things, and his mother was a demoness, a powerful one who seduced his father.
The coffin was gone, but the mutilated body of his demoness mother remained on the far wall. Rhyn stood before it as he had less than a week before. This time, he felt something towards the decapitated creature: hatred. She'd made him what he was, a disaster no one could fix except for a dead human.
Kris's memories stirred stronger than he liked. He remembered Lilith, a beautiful Immortal whose laugh had filled him with happiness. Their love had been intense and brief, lasting less than a human year in total. One day, she was just … gone.