Other Matters

>>Aelin

I was sitting on the bed, the cosmic book open in my lap as I worked my way through its dense script. Draegon had given me an old demonic dictionary, and though I wasn't fluent in the language, it made translating these passages easier.

I ran my finger along a line of text, sounding out the words softly. The book spoke of creatures of darkness. 

'When the world corrupted it was always because there were two types of darknesses.'

"There are those born from the darkness," the book read, "and those who crave it." 

'And those who crave it bring it forth.'

The latter seemed far more ominous. The text described them as creatures whose hunger for darkness drove them to unparalleled violence and chaos. Their minds were corrupted, their actions unpredictable.

"And there is a different spell to defeat them," I murmured, my curiosity piqued.