The Sacred Union
On the third last day of the week, the morning dawned with an enigmatic aura.
Instead of the usual fiery crimson glow, the sky was painted in unusually dark crimson hues, giving the illusion of evening.
Rowena, her figure silhouetted against the mysterious backdrop, ambled gracefully toward the pond.
Her attire was an alluring vision of simplicity. The thin silk-like cloth, a soft shade of black, clung to her in a way that accentuated her hourglass figure.
It draped over her well-endowed bust, cascading down to kiss her ankles, revealing just enough to leave a hint of her pale, flawless skin exposed.
"That's the Eye of the Seven Hells, huh?" Asher's voice, rich and deep, interrupted the almost surreal tranquillity. Back on Earth, people would call it a Solar Eclipse and consider it a bad day because it was said that demonic energy was most powerful at that time.
So he felt it natural for demons here to rejoice and celebrate this event.