Things You See In A Graveyard

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“I am Tyranis Praetor.” He spoke, his voice like an ominous roll of thunder. “Descendant of the Apollyon, the first wolf. I am the host to a demon of lightning, and the highlord of Erövrare.” His titles came to him as naturally as any instinct. Heat that could rival the molten core of a volcano rushed through his veins and in an instant was replaced by the sheer weightless chill of elation.

“What do I call you?” He asked throatily if for no other reason than to cry her name out at the height of their passion. He wanted her like he had never wanted any woman; not Aranea, not Leera, or even faithful Korinna. Her scent of death and cold, unspeakable, stillness drove him to the edge of consciousness. For an instant he was simply the demon, and she was the womb that would bare the heirs who would rule in Hell.