—Mira
It fell closed behind me, and I swallowed at the sudden loss of my Master.
It was strangely complete, cutting me off from his scent and the feel of that demon from the little fairies that kept him crowned as a demonic king.
And I pieced together that this must be the feeling of entering a warded room without him. I hated it.
I hated it even more when I looked up and saw, felt, the creature waiting for me in the library. Oh, it was a cozy enough setting and perfectly designed to keep me soothed, making my sanity easier to maintain.
But the creature in front of me made me go quite still. He was old, so old that little humanity remained in him.
I doubted he even remembered anything of once, having ever been one of the prey he now hunted. But when he looked on me, it was with eyes of interest and calm judgment.