10: Karmina

Soft groans echoed around the room. Bodies draped over one another. Skeletal deformities. Whimpers and last gasps before death took hold. Black mist blanketed the ground. Tendrils snaked over and under the corpses at her feet. Tangled in the cold stench of death.

Another last breath. Life faded from a young Dark Witch's eyes. Dark energy pulsed from within her body, circulated from her and into Karmina. Slowly, she drank the life essence from the young Witch. Just as she did with the others. In the dim light of a flickering candle, color returned to her sickly pale skin. Her fingers that held this Witch's throat swelled up with blood.

She let the body fall amongst the others. Death came swiftly to her, unlike the many that still groan and whimper for mercy. Such devote followers. Such weak creatures. If not for their devotion, however, she would still be locked away in that damned forsaken prison. Guarded by Asmodeus' guard dog of a son, Zalakai. Yes. She knew who he was. How could