Damon followed his aunt to one of the courtyard gardens. The fresh breath of nature was pleasant. It was clean and peaceful there. There were no deafening sounds of people screaming, and there was no stench of blood and dirt hanging in the air. For once, the surroundings were quiet enough that Damon could hear the gentle rustling of the leaves as the wind passed through them.
She turned to look at him, her eyes briefly scanning the unfamiliar female body he was currently occupying.
"You lost your body to Aetherus... Father was quite furious when Evangeline told him what happened."
There was a soft smile on her face, as if Damon losing his body to a god was nothing more than a troublesome inconvenience that could eventually be dealt with.
"I'm surprised the old geezer didn't go on a rampage."
