The Demon
A lash fell on the woman’s shoulders, but she didn’t even notice that, as if nothing had happened.
“Curse you all, murderers!”
“Go away, Hilda!”
The village elder came running back with a jug of milk. He tried to position himself be between us and the woman, but nobody spared him even a look.
I raised my hand. The curse was getting stronger, I sensed it. It happens sometimes; if someone was already one foot into the netherworld, they could channel power that even I, a half-demon, couldn’t handle. And they think that demons eat the souls of the dead.
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