The devil's little bride
The Devil's
ng in
d was nothing like the training arenas in the mortal realm. Here, the stone was jagged obsidian, slick with ash and still warm from
lack horns, soulless eyes, and sneering grins. She could feel th
d in silver-threaded robes and armor etched with curses, he held a long whip of molten
ordered, voice c
preparation.
overed in cracks and black soot. Her hand trembled slightly as she took her stance, ign
rely twisted in time, his claws slicing the air where her neck had been. She piv
t connected, but barely. He grunted, staggered bac
r join
anot
ves, each testing her with quick feints and close swipes me
ot minutes. Pain already bloomed across her ribs where one had clipped her with a jagged elbo
t trying to
trying to
ively-too slow. His claws sliced through the fro
" the demo
were shaking now-not just from fe
mes danced along its length. "Fight lik
lene s
nees fuel her. One of the demons tried to catch her, but she drove her cracked
down her arm, hair matted to her forehead. Her staff was half-s
she spat, voice hoarse
ow into the soft flesh of his side. He grunted, but not enough. He caught her arm
d, choking, seeing red. The ground tilted.
l called, whip
She forced her body to rise. Her legs trembled
ng, letting his momentum carry him past her. She slammed the
and bleeding. Her body screamed with ev
cked on her, cur
, armored, with blades embedded in his forear
pe but caught the second across her shoulder. T
scre
fear. B
emon staggered. Selene didn't give him time-she reached out, grabbed o
emon
d it in her h
ulled everything. She slashed across his leg, then again a
a hand. The
blade in hand, body broken
eside him like a living thing. He looked her up and
murmured. "Bu
ip. Selene flinc
e air-and struck the
dn't s
en it singe
eyes hard. "Pain teac
eeth clenched, eyes burnin
, just barely. Approval? Am
. "Training is
ene remained where she stood, too dizzy to move.
t feel li
t like
something darker
ung
his
And you'll s
ion lingered-
he infernal gates, she felt t
it