The shadows moved behind the trees cradling the surrounding of Hades and Evangeline. Feeling something moving, Crius raised his hand and quickly put a stop to Deimos from running away from his side.
"Stop it," warned Crius firmly before Deimos flew from his side.
"Stop it? You're stopping me?!" Deimos was speechless, baffled even at how Crius had stopped him at his track but the priest who had often been more relax than his peers looks completely and utterly grim now.
It was as if they weren't looking at a happy couple who had just professed their love, no, it was closer to the reaction a person would have when they saw a precious white cloth stained pitch black, the sense of uneasiness when they know someone so pure shouldn't be taken by something so dark.
The creature that always smell blood now possesses the girl who seemed to descend from heaven.
