Paragenesis: Stories Of The Dawn Of Wraeththu - Plot & Excerpts
When he shook me, I shattered. It must have shocked him to suddenly find the young boy in his grasp shaking like a leaf as he sobbed everything out. The demon’s dark eyes, so different yet so alike those of the jade-eyed demon back in the village, were wide in disbelief as the words spilled from my throat in a relentless torrent that unburdened everything knotted up inside of me. “Stay here with the boy,” the demon holding me demanded of the other silent shadow before he released me and faded into the darkness. I was suddenly enfolded in a surprisingly strong pair of arms and wrapped in a heavy cloak of dark leather as I was pulled back against the demon’s chest. I felt his breath warming the cusp of my ear as he suddenly chuckled, “Do not be afraid, little one. We are not demons, not all the time. We just take care of our own.” I didn’t understand what he meant then. I almost wish that I didn’t understand when he meant now. But at that moment, I felt warm and safe. When the other demon returned a few minutes later, his face was grim, but he offered me a slight smile before he looked at his companion, “Come, it is time for us to go.
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