Chapter Six

Nightmare Hold

We got to the Calenhad Docks and I spotted the scavenger. My eyes lit up and I glanced at Sten. "Follow me."

He nodded and we changed course.

"Those are Qunari bodies, friend…"

"Back off! I was here first!" the white haired old man growled at me. I rolled my eyes. "Look – the bodies are just shells – we only want a blade." I shrugged. I felt the silent approval radiating from Sten – it was how the Qunari thought, after all.

"Looking to buy one… what's a Qunari?"

I pointed to Sten, "That would be a Qunari, friend."

"Oh… honestly, I… don't have anything. This spot was picked clean when I got it." He sighed.

"Who sold you the spot?" I asked.

"His name was… Faryn. He was a squirrelly little bastard, he was. Said he was heading to Orzammar but that was nearly 4 weeks ago. Either he sold whatever he got from here or he's already halfway to the Frostbacks."

"What did the man look like?" Aedan asked.

"Erm… black hair I think and he was human. All I can tell you, though – my memory isn't what it used to be."

I nodded and pulled out 50 silver coins and handed them over, "Thank you, for your cooperation." The man lit up and thanked me before heading to the Spoiled Princess for a bite to eat.

I looked at Sten, "Your sword either is or will be in Redcliff by the time we get there. I know who has it, now."

His eyes widened, "Then you truly are Ashkaari. I pledge to you now that I will follow you for as long as you need me – I will trust in you as our leader."

I nodded, "That's good – because eventually you're going to think we are 'running away' when in reality it will be a strategic move. We will have the time – the Darkspawn won't be where we need them for a while yet."

He nodded contemplatively, "How will it be strategic?"

"The place we will be going to will be a place long forgotten by history – and it will play a big part in saving the world in about 10 years. Even the Qunari will send a Ben-Hassrath agent to help there."

He blinked, "Then when we get to that point, tell me so that I do not make assumptions." I nodded with a small grin, "I could get you some cookies if you like."

He stilled before nodding, "I would like that."

The rest of the group looked confused, and Alistair muttered, "I think I missed something."

Morrigan snorted, "Is that really a surprise?"

I chuckled and shook my head as we headed over to Carrol at the dock.

The brown-haired, grey-eyed young man jerked when he saw us, "You're not looking to get across to the Tower, are you? Because I have strict orders not to let anyone pass." He sounded snooty and pissy.

"By order of the Grey Wardens – and on my authority as Field-commander – we will be passing," I snipped.

"Oh you're a Grey warden are you? Prove it."

I smirked darkly, "Did you know that there are oh so many ways to kill a darkspawn? Which one did you want me to use on you? I can decapitate, burn alive, have one of our mages freeze you where you stand… or I could just shove you in the lake – with armor that heavy, you're sure to drown."

He gulped, "Look, I'm just trying to do my job… I'll take you all right now – just like you wanted."

I nodded, "Sounds good. Since there are two boats and 12 counting you I think 6 to a boat will do nicely."

He nodded and motioned. We all got into the boats and I heard Alistair snark, "Word of advice, Templar – don't piss off an assassin."

Carrol squawked in fright before looking at me. I chuckled, "I was so good they actually let me leave the life behind."

Leliana let out a tinkling giggle, "Assassins don't usually retire – they are killed when they think of leaving their guild."

"That's the point, dearest one." I patted her head as she sat next to me. Carrol was pale, "Again, miss… I'm real sorry; just trying to do my job."

I shrugged, "Like I said, I left that life behind. Greagoir will at least be pleased to see me. He trained me in a few Templar abilities when he learned I was immune to demons."

Carrol swore, "I knew you looked familiar! You took down 22 Templars, me included, last time you were here! What happened to your wings?"

Stens' head shot to look at me – as did everyone else, actually. I let out my leathery crimson wings. Sten swore, "Those are dragon wings."

I nodded, "Normally, Illidari have bat wings. My soul being that of a dragon changed that for me. Queen Alexstrasza – the leader of the Dragon flights and the Ruby one especially – kind of adopted me into the Dragon flight. The Ruby Dragons are noble and honorable as well as protectors of all life."

"Queen of… Dragons…?" Carrol muttered. I nodded, "She has had 2 consorts – one of whom is dead, of course. When she heard of my unique… soul, she came personally to evaluate me. She declared me a Dragon in full, and named me part of the Ruby Dragon-Flight."

"Can you turn into a dragon?" Lyna asked. I nodded, "I can, actually; a red one, which is why she named me to the Ruby Dragon-Flight. If I were blue, black, green or bronze I would have been named to them instead."

"That's magic!" Carrol cried. I gave him a blank look, "Are you saying Greagoir gave Templar secrets to a mage?"

"Oh… well, no…" he muttered. I saw smirks all around. We reached the other side and disembarked, allowing Carrol to head back across. We entered the tower.

I heard Greagoirs' voice before I even caught sight of the man, "And I want two men stationed within sight of that door at all times. Do not open those doors without my express consent, am I clear?"

I headed up to the man, "Commander – what's the situation?"

Everyone looked at me and I saw hope flash across several Templars eyes.

"Lady Stormlight – thank the Maker! We've had to barricade the doors, abominations have taken control. If any are still alive, then it was the Maker himself who shielded them. It is far too painful to hope… but with you here – the woman with the strongest abilities I've ever seen and immunity to demons… we might hold a chance."

I grinned, "Allow me to make introductions, Commander. You already know Aedan Cousland, Lyna Mahariel and Daylen Amell. Behind me is an elite force that will clear your tower with time to spare. Sereda Aeducan and Alistair Theirin are the other Grey Wardens. Sten of the Beresaad is the Qunari; as well I have Sister Leliana Nightingale of the Imperial Court and two Mabari War-hounds. Allow us a moment to refresh our supplies and we will clear the tower… where is Cullen?"

Greagoir was stunned at my listing and question but shook himself and gave me a sympathetic look. "He… he is on the other side of the barricade. If he lives… he would be a stronger man than I to live through this. He was trying to get some of the mages to safety when this broke out."

I nodded, "Commander, I will be taking control of this situation from here. But know this; the reason we are here… we need allies against the blight. We have the ancient treaties so the mages are obliged…"

"If you can fix this mess, I will give both the mages and the Templars to your cause."

"Good – I will hold you to that, Commander." I saw disbelief on some faces but headed over to the trader, "We will need 4 quivers of arrows and a few Lyrium potions for our mage."

The man blanched but got things together. I was pulling out my coin purse when Greagoir said, "So you are aware, Lady Stormlight; if you need to take anything… well, I figure some things will have been lost or destroyed anyway."

I nodded and paid for our arrows and potions, "That's very good to know Commander. I will try to minimize your losses, but some things may not be helped."

He chuckled and patted my shoulder, "I'll repeat that it's a shame you're a Warden."

Aedan spoke, "She's our field Commander, but she didn't go through the Joining. Duncan decided against it when Cailan named her a diplomat. Her people found a way to get to her, but she chose to stay."

I shrugged, "I have no desire to marry the King, Ensign. If staying here means avoiding that betrothal, you can bet your ass and take it to the bank that I will stay here."

Greagoir choked, "You're not a Warden… and you're betrothed to a king?"

I nodded curtly, "We'll talk more after I secure the tower, Greagoir." He nodded.

We headed over to the big double doors and allowed them to lose us in.

There was nothing – not a soul or demon in sight as we passed the dorm rooms. My calm, undisturbed demeanor must have helped, because no one commented on that. Instead, Alistair decided to quip, "You know, from what I remember, locking the door and throwing away the key was most definitely they Templar 'Plan B'."

Sten snorted, "This mage prison is much nicer than the ones for the Qun."

I sighed, "Hold on." Everyone stopped and I tapped my ring amulet and said, "Inas… Inas wake up, you lazy asshole."

It took a moment, but he finally responded, "What… yawn… what do you want, sis?"

"Oh – my bad, I thought you wanted to spend time with me. Go back to bed, I guess." I was smirking at my group as we heard Inas crashing around, "No, no – I want to come over. Open a portal!"

Leli and Sten looked stunned as I did just that… but I groaned when I saw who was with him. "You're a Grade-A asshole, Inas! Why'd you have to bring him?"

The man in question was 6'0 with shimmery blond hair that was pulled back in a ponytail… mostly. His bangs were loose and his eyes were an intoxicating shade of blue. I knew he was only 18 – going on 19, as he liked to remind me. He was exceedingly handsome, and if looks were everything, I'd have jumped on marrying him the moment he'd hit the age of majority like he'd wanted.

Inas rubbed the back of his neck, "I was sleeping over to talk with him, so when he heard your voice…"

I sighed and gave a deep bow, "Your Majesty; it is an honor to see you again."

Morrigan snorted and Leli giggled, "This is the man you are reluctant to wed? He is very good looking."

I shook my head, "I know – but if I tell him that it goes right to his ego." Inas laughed as Anduin flushed.

Alistair reached his hand out, "Hello, King Anduin. My name is Alistair Theirin and thanks to your betrothed, I've been named heir to the Ferelden throne."

I laughed, "You would have been put on the throne anyway, Ensign. Named heir or not, you're the late kings' half-brother."

Anduin shook his hand, "Ah – nice to meet you, Prince Alistair."

Alistair groaned, "Can we lose the title, there? I never wanted it."

Anduin shot him a grin, "I know what you mean – if my father hadn't sacrificed himself so that our men could rally the troops last year against the Burning Legions' demonic army, I'd still be just a prince myself."

Aedan spoke, "Parents… always sacrifice themselves for us." Anduin shook his hand too, "Take something similar happened to you?"

"My parents' held their ground to buy me time to escape a coup. I'm Aedan Cousland."

I sighed, "Quick intro – that's Leliana Nightingale, Morrigan of the Wilds, Sten of the Beresaad, Lyna Mahariel, Daylen Amell, Sereda Aeducan and the dogs are Shana and Hero – Shana is mine."

I didn't wait for handshakes to go around, I walked off and everyone scrambled to keep up. We entered the main room just in time to see Wynne fell a Rage Demon. I bowed to her, "Senior Enchanter Wynne; we are here to clear out the Demons and Abominations – no, the Right of Annulment has not arrived. Greagoir will only accept the Tower is secure if First Enchanter Irving says so."

Everyone in the room was eyeing Inas, so I stepped before him, "Ignore my cousins' unusual appearance; that is normal for one of his race."

Wynne was really lovely. Her hair was a natural silvery-grey and her eyes were a sparkling blue. She had that hair pulled back in a half-bun but left the other half loose.

I noticed that my group was eyeing the children for the most part. Wynne finally spoke, "I remember seeing you at Ostagar, My Lady. Why are you… here, of all places?"

I sighed, "Grey Wardens need their traditional mage allies, Wynne. And before you comment, Greagoir promised me the whole damn force if I could resolve this mess. He really doesn't want to enact the right of annulment – the woman he loves in secret is here, after all."

She froze for only a moment before inclining her head, "I've heard you were here before – that you are immune to demons and have wings."

I let said wings out with a shrug, "Look, we really don't have time to sit around and chat. We can walk and talk – I won't risk these kids getting killed because we took too long."

She nodded, "Petra, Kinnon – can you two watch after the…"

I looked at my group, "I'm not about to put King Anduin or Inas on babysitting duty so I need at least one capable volunteer to help watch the kids."

Sereda shrugged, "May as well have it be a Warden too – never know. I'll stay since Dwarves are so resistant to magic in the first place."

Anduin looked confused, "They are? Huh, Magni might be interested in this place more than I thought since the Dwarves are different."

I nodded, "Sereda, thank you for staying. The rest of you, let's move out."

"Did you say King Anduin?" Wynne asked as we headed past the barrier. I pointed to the blonde man in question, "King Anduin – from the Alliance of Azeroth – meet Senior Enchanter Wynne, a healer for the Circle of Magi and veteran of Ostagar… you really don't want to know what happened there."

She gave him a slight bow and said, "An honor to meet you, your majesty."

Anduin gave her a sly grin, "I'm surprised you're not greeting the Prince of your own lands, Lady Enchanter."

She jerked in shock, "Who…?"

Inas and Anduin both pointed to Alistair as I chuckled. "Leave the poor man alone, you two – he was raised in a church, not a castle."

Anduin snorted, "Meaning what, exactly?"

Lyna laughed, "Even I know what that means, Shem. He's innocent and never thought he'd wear a crown."

Inas and Anduin looked at me blankly, waiting for confirmation. I shrugged as Alistair sputtered, "Can we… change the topic? How about we talk about the Lady Generals' betrothal or… cookies?"

Sten nodded, "Cookies are a worthy topic."

I rolled my eyes reaching into my bag and handing him some cookies. He nodded to me.

As we entered one of the classrooms and started killing things Anduin spoke again, "So… your Prince Heir is innocent?"

Daylen laughed, "It's funny really – even in the circles, most people don't make it to 17 years old as a virgin. But the Templars and the priests are raised perpetual virgins. Priests – it makes sense; they take those vows of celibacy and such. The Templars though…"

Anduin was flushed as he looked at me. I shook my head, "They only have one type of magic, Andy – Mage. Though, I learned through Daylen and Morrigan here that they can learn some of our mage and druid abilities so it makes me wonder if other magics are open to them."

"What does priest mean to you?" Wynne asked.

"Have you noticed Anduin healing and smiting his enemies with a light based power? He could, in theory, use shadows too, but that's essentially what a priest is. Mages can make portals as well as use Arcane, Frost or Fire. Druids like Inas can use Lunar, Solar or Nature as well as shapeshifting. Shamans use the elements, totems and elementals. The list goes on. The magic of Azeroth is bound to the earth – not something like your Fade. Even Dwarves there can use magic."

She looked fascinated, "Magic isn't…"

"It's not taboo like it is here, no. As you see, even the king uses magic though neither of his parents had magic at all."

Daylen spoke, "It's not hereditary?"

I shook my head, "It's innate, not hereditary. Most people would confuse the two, of course. Born with does not mean you got it from your family, however."

"Those rooms… why were they so small…" Inas was now fully aware of what I was saying.

"Those were the apprentice rooms. Mages who haven't gone through their harrowing are all kept on the first floor. We're now entering the second floor, the mages floor. After this we will see the mess hall, then the guest floor, then the Templar floor. Past that is the Harrowing Chamber where mages are tested to see if they would… be allowed to live."

"Be allowed? What about you?" Anduin asked, enraged.

I flinched, "The mages here don't think I have magic, first off – because I am immune to their Templars. Templars can use a form of smite and take the mana… but my magic isn't linked to the fade so… as for the other part… the religion here deems magic as pretty evil and mages are always at risk of demonic possession. Blood magic is seen as demonic – and that's actually true, because blood magic originated from demons."

"Wait… that sounds more like Warlocks than mages." Inas pointed out as Wynne said, "You have Magic?"

"Greagoir might believe you if you tell him, Wynne… but I'd prefer you didn't. I'm immune to demons, so it won't matter."

She nodded. I turned back to my companions and said, "Look – not our circus, not our monkeys. Well… it's my circus now, but these people have feared magic for at least a thousand years. What's the saying that they use to control mages, Daylen?"

He bit his lip and replied, "Magic exists to serve man and never to rule over him."

Anduin flinched, "Come back to Azeroth – this place obviously isn't welcoming to our people."

I shrugged, "This is my home now, Andy. I can't abandon it."

Inas snorted, "Fine – then tell us what happened at… are these the Mage rooms?"

Wynne nodded, "These are indeed, young man."

"… Wynnie bee… Inas is more than 15,000 years old – I'm 10 and half thousand myself."

She snorted, "He looks young; I'll call him young."

"Er… right. So that Ostagar place…" Inas was flushed.

I waved my hand, "Ensign, report."

Aedan spoke up, "Reporting, Ser. Darkspawn appeared in mass, as the signs of a New Blight appeared. We were attempting to hold them off at the head of the Korcari Wilds – thus Ostagar was chosen as our location. It was an excellent strategic position as any sizable group would be forced to go past there and it was built in the late Tevinter Imperium to shield against Chasind invasions."

Lyna continued, "From there, Ser we should have waited for more troops, but by the time we realized, it was too late. Tyren Loghain was to wait in a strategic location and flank the Darkspawn once the signal beacon – a task entrusted to our unit – was lit. King Cailan was in the vanguard and they drew the attention. When the signal went up and we lit the beacon however, Tyren Loghain quit the field."

Alistair spoke next, "My brother and all other Grey Wardens were mercilessly slaughtered. Only the works of our commander, Atarah, and the Legendary Witch of the Wilds, Flemeth, kept any Grey Wardens alive to defeat this blight. The traitor Loghain has since fled to our capital city, Denerim, to establish himself Regent for his daughter – the Queen. He has been spreading false rumors that the beacon was never lit. He has also, from what we are hearing, sealed our boarders. He has been appointing traitor to higher positions, as well."

Daylen closed the report, "As only a Grey Warden can end the Blight, Loghains' actions would have doomed all of Ferelden at the very least – the world at worst – to die. Had it not been for the benefactors who rescued us from the top of that tower, our own commander and Morrigans mother, this blight would be much worse."

Inas and Anduin were staring in horror as we moved through the tower. Owain had been just where he should have been, at least. Now we were at Irvings' office.

I walked in and rummaged in his desk. Wynne looked confused, "What are looking for, child?"

"A painted… aha! This box belongs to someone else, I plan to see it delivered… now for the other thing I need." I muttered as I walked over to a chest in the corner.

"So wait – you were betrayed at a battlefield and didn't immediately go after the bastard?" Inas sounded amused.

"I know – I'm all grown up, you should be proud… blah-blah-blah. For real though, Loghain will get what's coming. Alistair will personally take his head from his shoulders. Aedan will avenge his own family by killing Arl Howe. Sereda will get to help her traitorous brother sit the Dwarven throne to prevent the Dwarven extinction. I'll figure out a suitable gift for Lyna and Daylen later."

Daylen snorted, "You reunited me with my family – I'm good, Commander."

I nodded, "But I slept with your cousin – doesn't seem fair."

Anduin frowned but Inas laughed, "That doesn't sound like you, sister."

I shrugged, "He was good looking and I knew he wouldn't try to marry me… here we go! Morrigan, your mothers' grimoire, as promised."

She stepped forward and grabbed it, "You have my thanks; I will begin study of it when we are in a more… secure location."

I led us back out and up the nearby steps for the third floor… where I saw skeletons. "Hold!"

Everyone froze. I looked at Inas, "You got something to take care of the Undead, cousin? Those Skeletons wont being staying dead for long."

Anduin raised his hand for a moment, "I can do that – I am a Holy Priest after all."

I nodded and motioned him forward, "By the way – yes, it was after I learned of our betrothal. I know you wanted to ask."

He sighed, "Do you hate me so much?"

His light filled the room as I shook my head, "No, hun… in fact, if you weren't king, I'd be all over you like white on rice. You're handsome, charming and very sweet. That, and you've actively tried to woo me – no one does that for me… ever. But you are king. I don't know why, but both factions on Azeroth actively hate me. I can't be your queen, for that reason. The people would lose faith in you, they'd revolt. It doesn't matter what I do, who I save or who affiliates with me… the people hate me. I don't think it's just a matter of my birth anymore, either. Magni likes me; Lor'themar is my step-father and has claimed me as such… Inas adores me, you seem to like me well enough. I'm named to the Ruby Dragon-Flight… if I had been obsidian, I could see people being dis-trustful after Deathwing. I'm a mutt, sure – but being the only half-breed born to not take after only one parent race isn't enough to justify the hatred. Neither is being the one of the only people to have more than one kind of magic, or even to have such a unique 3rd magic."

We headed past the kitchen and reached the stairs to the Guest floor.

Inas looked guilty, "I… I actually investigated that… after you died saving me."

Wynne exclaimed, "Died?"

"I'm constantly reincarnated on different worlds – and I keep my memories and abilities from my past lives. Broke my neck as a powerless human, died killing the last Dragon in Skyrim as a Nordic Dragonborn, jumped in front of an attack meant for Inas as what I am now – this is… actually the only life where I am what I was last." I took the stairs quickly – too short to go two steps at a time, though.

Inas continued, "It turns out… there have been rumors since you were born that you were marked by the old gods, no specific god was named. When you were marked by Elune, those rumors tapered off for a time, but they came back when you had two magics due to the rarity of the situation. They tapered off again when it came to light that Cenarius had claimed you, only to jump again when you displayed your dragon magics. From there, every time you did something heroic – the Mogu, the disaster relief of Auberdine, Deathwing, and so on… was somehow attributed to your supposed old-god connection. The rumors have actually reversed now – no old-god or their champion would do what you did – die to save a light-champion who was facing an old-god… you're not hated anymore."

I shook my head, "Day late, dollar short."

"What does that mean?" Sten asked.

"That it's too late and too feeble to achieve the desired effect." I sighed. Lyna patted my arm, "We're here for you, Lethallan."

I smiled at her. "Oh… what does Shem mean?" Anduin asked.

Lyna snorted, "It is the Elven slur for human…"

Anduin laughed, "Well, I am human."

"To be exact, it's the short form of Shemlen – meaning Quick Children; since elves here used to be immortal. They aren't anymore. All 4 races here live about the same life-span." I corrected.

Sten nodded, "The Qun is vastly superior, however."

I shook my head, "I admit – I've met many a people who could have benefited from the Quns… vigorous wisdom."

Sten nodded, "All would benefit from the Qun."

"Is that so? Tell me Sten – would my own role change? I am a female, but I fight. I am still an artisan too. I also am quite knowledgeable, so I could be a teacher."

"You are a great fighter and leader – you would be named Aqun-Athlok and put in the Antaam."

"But I eventually want a family one day – to do that, I would need to be a woman, not a man."

Inas snorted. Sten said, "The Children are raised by the Tamassrans – there are no families."

"Ah – but we also forget, Sten – I am a Saarebas. I would be shackled and my lips sew shut since I have magic."

He jerked, "I… did forget. But as one immune to demons, you would not have your lips sewn shut. You would only be shackled…"

"But wouldn't the Qun view that as a waste of my military talent?" I smirked.

"I… I am unsure." He said. I shrugged, "I rest my case – It would not do for me to convert. The Qun has its place, but I do not belong to it."

He nodded, "I believe you might be right in this case."

Anduin laughed, "But still… knowing you wouldn't be hated… you still won't marry me?"

I shook my head as Inas noted the Guest rooms, "These are nice! What in the void is wrong with the people here?"

I heard Daylen chuckle. I sighed, "Look, Anduin – I can't do it. I like you well enough, and let's be honest, I'm flattered you find me attractive considering I don't hold the normal elven stature of beauty… but I can't just forget 10 thousand years of pain and neglect. I can't just forget 200 years of being a sexual slave at the hands of the forsaken and a few blood elves. I can't forget how in those last 50 years I had 2 twin boys who were stolen from me and now likely hate me… 2 blood-elf boys who, yes – I've kept tabs on."

Inas snarled, "You were forced to have kids?"

"It's rare that an elf – or any of the long lived races, really – will have a child. You know that. That they were blood elves – normal, like their father – they weren't instantly killed, at least. They're now well-known and neither one has magic."

"May I ask… who are they? They're my nephews…" Inas sounded slightly subdued.

"Close enough to that, I guess; Asthan and Alstus Roserest."

Inas and Anduin both gaped, "The Alchemist and the Beast-Master? The legendary duo that everyone in Dalaran is vying to know?"

I nodded, "I'm proud of them… back to buissness, though."

Anduin sighed, "I'll… break the Contract then. I wish you would reconsider, but I can understand your reluctance."

"Thank you, Anduin. As I said, you're a good man and if the throne weren't part of the deal, I'd take you as my husband in heartbeat. You've always been a kind, wonderful man; any woman would be lucky to have you. But we both know the throne is in your blood; you'd resent having to give it up for one person and it wouldn't be worth it anyway."

He gave me a wry smile, "As unfortunate as it is, I know you're right."

And that was when we reached the sloth demon. Inas gaped and said, "What is that?"

The sloth demon was… very gross. It was lumpy and looked like a mass of tumors; nothing more. It had one eye and a mouth but its arms and legs were grotesque. It looked like a lumpy lightbulb of sorts colored a pussy yellow and brown. I almost threw up from sight alone.

"Oh, look… visitors. I'd entertain you… but too much effort involved." His voice was smooth and deep… like honey but… it held no effect on me?

"Killing demons is enough entertainment for me, thanks." I snarked, causing Morrigan to smirk and Alistair to snort.

"But why? Are you not tired of all the violence in this world? I know I am. Wouldn't you like to just lie down and… forget about all of this? Leave it all behind?"

I heard the others talking, "Can't keep my eyes open…" said Alistair.

"This is ridiculous; you cannot expect me to lie on a floor sticky with blood…" Morrigan yawned.

"Resist… you must…" Wynnes eyes fluttered.

"We must stand… fight…" Sten looked to me, surprised I was completely unaffected. He looked relieved about it actually.

"I'll not listen to… your…" Leliana slumped. Aedan didn't even resist, he just watched me.

Daylen had fallen straight to sleep and Lyna had only glared at the demon. Inas tried to 'Detox' but it had no effect and he was actually the first asleep. Anduin was looking at me in horror as I pulled a blade and raised it to the demon.

"You Demons are useless against me, Sloth. Die!" I rushed… but felt a hard whack on the head from behind.