Poisoned Blood And Sharing Tents

"Purify!" Liliyana squeaked while healing Raven's poisoned blood.

Sharing sharp glances with each other, the two felt razors stabbing at their throats. The very blood in their veins was fighting their disobedience, it wanted to claw away at the person to tear their flesh and feed on it. 

"Go heal the others! I'll be fine on my own now," getting off the ground, the mage made his way toward his tent.

Glaring at his back until he'd disappeared inside the tent, Liliyana made sure not to turn her back to him. Given even the slightest chance, and a slip from restraint, Raven could easily end her life, and it didn't take the fae devil long to realize it. Just the dark aura oozing from his flesh was a mark of his potential, something only a devil could see without casting a spell or any other form of magic.

"Ririri!" Chimed Will-O, bringing Lilyana back into her mind.