I've already sold my soul

Peering into the darkness, the tigress practically leaned forward on the edge of her seat, adrenaline coursing through her body, claws unsheathing from her massive paws to dig into the soft soil. She was also wondering, how the test of time had affected the monstrosity- through, she remembered him as just that. A merciless heathen constantly getting into trouble, the prodigy his father adored and hoped would take over his kingdom someday. Funny how things turned out- the boy had fled the kingdom, wanting to find a source of terror all his own.

And finally, Sephiran would appear. His massive, muscular frame materializing from the shadows, sauntering towards her with that eery, domineering smirk spread across his face. And those fangs- they were like Apollyons. Her movement came out of reflex and conditioning- the tigress dipping down to the ground, bowing before him. “Sephiran.” She said, waiting for him to acknowledge her further.


”Speech”