The demon disguises took just some time to get right.
This was not, Azrail wanted to clarify, because the formation work was difficult. Nayan had prepared the core construction months ago during one of his forced-labour periods, and the base components were solid. The issue was the people being disguised.
Specifically, the issue was Huifen.
"I look wrong," Huifen said, for what Azrail counted as the ninth time that morning.
She was standing in front of the full-length mirror that materialised from the carriage wall on command, turning slowly, looking at herself with an expression of deep personal betrayal. The Anima Clan formation had rendered well on her. Pale skin deepened to the cool silver-white characteristic of soul-line demons. A single slender horn at the left temple, curved slightly backwards, the surface smooth and dark. Eyes that had shifted from warm brown to a faint silver-grey. The overall effect was genuinely convincing.
