Two archangels encircled me.
“The rune you used is forbidden!” one of them shouted, his voice echoing with righteous indignation.
“Forbidden to whom?” I retorted, a mocking laugh escaping my lips. It was almost comical how they expected me to adhere to their rules, as if I was bound by the same constraints that governed them.
The Death Rune, that’s what it was called. Not even demons used it, because to use it, you’d have to exchange the souls around you or your humanity.
The downside is that never knew what it would choose.
Although I hoped that by borrowing strength from Liam, I might stave off total immersion into my own darkness.
Somewhere in the distance, I saw a night hunter thrust his sword into a werewolf, and I swiftly moved towards the scene.
“It’s so easy to take away life, isn’t it?” I gazed down at the fallen wolf as he reverted back to his human form.