Azure wald

"Azrael, let's talk it out." August tried to call her out of the room.

Azrael slammed onto the bed, closing her eyes and ignoring his voice. "He doesn't understand…" Azrael mumbled under her breath falling back into her deep slumber.

***

Blood moon. The night when the moon has the colour that goes synonymous with both passion and danger.

However, in the world of Cytherea the night of the red moon holds another significance. That was marked as the day when a gyden would come down to bless the warlocks and cause extinction to the witches. At least that's what the rumour said. And today was the day. The day the gyden would come to bless the warlocks.

"Cyng, are you sure she will come?" A woman with silver hair and aquamarine eyes rested her head on top of the man's chest.

Lothbrok kept quiet for a few seconds, silently brushing her hairs with his finger. "Are you worried about your family?" Lothbrok inquired, glancing down at her face.