The Dark One
The two glass doors are flung violently inwards in the rush of wind from Bastin’s powerful wings as the familiar, now many times its original size, lands heavily on the balcony floor.
The sky outside is a smooth dark sheet with a single glittering eye in its center.
The air still and unmoving smells of nothing and of everything all at once.
The Bloods would already be out for the hunt.
And if he listens hard enough, he can hear a far off scream.
A scream fat with pain and anguish.
Just the way he likes it.
The dark Phoenix hunches down so that its rider, the one with the crimson cloak and grey hair that was once a glossy, flowing black may dismount with ease.
The master smiles softly to himself.
Yes, that was definitely a scream.
The predator hunting the prey. The s
