Anastasia Lachlan Aramaer Volkov

Iona's head swiveled towards Anastasia. Through the battered face, she grinned at her showing her pointy teeth. "She told you that?" 

"Yes…" 

Iona laughed. It was an aching laughter, but she laughed. "We loved eating your body Masterrr," she said in a voice that came from many Diumbe inside her. So conflicted, so confused, so greedy, so selfish...

"Ionaaa!" Seraph lunged at her but he couldn't even touch her as a blast of shadow blades pierced the fog and sliced his spirit. He yelled in pain and shrank. When he pieced himself together after what seemed eternity, he saw that Ileus had come in front of his sister. 

"You do not get to do a thing when her family is there!" Ileus hissed in a dangerous voice. While they were fighting with Iona, they wouldn't allow anyone near her now. They were not exactly fighting with her, they were… playing. They were trying to exhaust her as much as possible.