Raith rushed the door, but a pulse of red energy warned him from touching it. His face blended between anger and worry as he glared at the iron barrier, snarling at it as his only means of attack.
In a sudden volley, the hallway burst in a shower of glass. The cadre shifted their attention to the colossal, gothic windows on the left as three pteropus screeched into the castle galley. The bat demons clung to the walls on the right, declaring their rage with another shrill.
“Perfect.” Raith growled as his fangs and claws extended. The three vampire brothers strode toward the ugly bastards; their pissed-off level had hit a maximum, and they were more than ready to kill anything that even looked at them wrong.
Princess Ravana stood back with Mistress Sienna to protect the
