A Demon’s Kiss
The world is made up of multiple Territories, each governed by their own politics and cultures.
Oliver has never taken me travelling, but I haven't minded staying in Territory One. That is, until now, as I stand amidst a looming rainforest, the foliage thick and lush as it surrounded me, overwhelming my senses with it's fresh scent.
"Woah, where are we?" I marvel, turning in a circle.
"Territory Ten."
I blink, a faint mist in the air that brushes against my cheeks. "We are out of the Territory?"
"Yes. Demon's don't often find themselves in Territory One, as it's too densely populated. I imagine they came here as a means of keeping themselves hidden," Kastriv muses, pulling a branch away from