kismet

"What?" Asuriel blinked at the small thing in disbelief. "What do you mean 'it is done?'"

Asuriel's muscles trembled from overexertion, and her ink still hummed beneath her skin, stimulating her body… but nothing compared to the bewilderment settling in her mind.

The creature – now visible under the steady glow of the streetlamps – was a foxlike being with glowing, ethereal white-blue fur and runic pupils that emanated white light. Runes extended on its fur down its back, too.

It tilted its head at her, watching with an expression far too knowing for an animal.

Vaerion, still reeling from the ordeal, snapped his fingers in front of Asuriel's face. "Dove, who the hell are you talking to?"

Asuriel froze and stared at Vaerion, confused. "You- you didn't hear that?"

"No." The devil folded his arms and scowled at the creature. "Was it that thing?"