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Both of his eyes narrowed sharply, and turned vicious, one smoke and one fire. Ahren’s lips pulled back to reveal yellowing teeth, a madman’s twisted snarl. The growl that escaped his throat was unearthly—it belonged not to a wolf, but sounded closer perhaps to a wild-cat or long-dead monster of old. “Your purpose is to finish what she started,” he said coldly, black-streaked hair falling into his face.
“The blood of the wicked must be spilled,” he began, reciting what had been to him a bedtime lullaby. “Through their destruction the new world can be brought about. Through fire and through ice come the trials. The first angel and the first demon will bring about the end of days, the sky will turn black, and the rivers will run red with blood.”
Both of his eyes narrowed sharply, and turned vicious, one smoke and one fire. Ahren’s lips pulled back to reveal yellowing teeth, a madman’s twisted snarl. The growl that escaped his throat was unearthly—it belonged not to a wolf, but sounded closer perhaps to a wild-cat or long-dead monster of old. “Your purpose is to finish what she started,” he said coldly, black-streaked hair falling into his face.
“The blood of the wicked must be spilled,” he began, reciting what had been to him a bedtime lullaby. “Through their destruction the new world can be brought about. Through fire and through ice come the trials. The first angel and the first demon will bring about the end of days, the sky will turn black, and the rivers will run red with blood.”