horrible

"Speech"


The second call in as many weeks for the strange demon man rang out and Nura felt her curiosity pique. She had spent the majority of the last few days consumed by a sudden thought. Something about the man who'd come to the field reeking of ichor and blood, bellowing in the voices of the damned had struck her. His voice echoing in her mind.

But now as she approached the field she couldn't help the feeling of dread that was coming over her. It was similar to the feelings of her visions but she hadn't been given a proper sign yet. She approached her nephew, recognizing him and the scent off the challenger, the prize Archon had won during the last bout.

"Archon what are you're plans with the demon king if he should fail?"
She had her own plans with the young man and she wanted to be sure she wouldn't be stopped.