Lana
"A pleasant place," Sylas muttered, grinning like he was on a picnic.
"Wait until you get murdered," Lucen corrected him, eyes sweeping every corner.
The Abyssal Hollow had many factions, and this one was the most feared. Known for its cruelty, it was led by a figure whose name made even demons grit their teeth—Lord Vaekros, the Soul Drainer.
Vaekros's ability was to suck the souls of the living swiftly. They said his scream could summon spirits from the otherworld.
And today… I had to talk to him.
The massive stone gate creaked open after a long negotiation handled by Lucen. Two horned, dark-skinned demon guards stood on either side. They looked more like nightmare monsters than sentries.
One of them stared at Ezric for a long moment, eyes narrowing in suspicion. Then he spoke to the other demon in a language I couldn't understand. After that, both burst out laughing like they'd just seen a comedy show.
"What did they say?" I whispered to Lucen.
