Xarvenya appeared before Sylas without a sound, her crimson eyes lowered toward the ground as the last remnants of her True Blood faded from her body.
She had already recovered from the injuries sustained during her confrontation, but there were still traces of blood at the corner of her mouth, and the slight stiffness in her posture betrayed the fact that she hadn't recovered from everything. Her hands remained at her sides, and although she seemed prepared to speak, the words never came.
Sylas looked at her in silence.
The Demoness had always possessed a certain pride, one that came from knowing just how far above the rest of the world she stood. Even after coming under Sylas' command, there was a confidence to her movements that rarely disappeared, but now she stood before him with her head lowered, almost as though she were waiting to receive punishment.
