Chapter 32: Drained Demon

Neikirk's violet eye glowed as he studied the demon. "It is devoid of energies; someone drained the demon, much like demons drain people."

Cerant felt sick and afraid. What in the name of the Goddess required so much power that it fed upon demons? He reached out to touch the demon, wincing at the terrible cuts and gashes covering its body. The damn thing would have bled out even if it hadn't been sucked dry. "No one deserves to be treated this way."

He rested his hand on the back of the demon's head and quietly recited a prayer for peaceful passage. Behind him, Neikirk said nothing, long use to Cerant's eccentricities. When he finished the prayer, Cerant stood up. "How do you think he got here?"

"I would say he was dropped, Master," Neikirk replied, squinting up at the sky. "He lost the fight and was carried away. Once he was drained of all his energies, his killer dropped the body."