Three days into the Dominion, Azrail had reached several conclusions.
First: Raena was, somehow, thriving.
The Sangui Clan presentation suited her in a way that he suspected went beyond the formation work. Her red eyes, which tended to draw attention in human territories in ways that required management, were here simply appropriate, even somewhat understated compared to the Sangui Clan's general aesthetic.
The face markings gave her an authority she wore without effort. She had stopped moderating herself within the first hour of city movement, walking with the full weight of what she was, and the result was that people moved out of her way. He'd watched it happen on their first street traversal: a group of lower clan demons parting like water around a stone, not even conscious of it, just reacting to the presence she projected. It was the kind of thing that would have caused issues back in the empire, drawing challenges or unwanted alliances, but here it blended seamlessly.
