CHAPTER 17 HER TRUE SELF

Winds of the east clashed with the hot air of the west creating a swirl of breeze which rose above to form clusters of grey clouds sprinkled onto the fabric of heavens.

Two beauties equally enchanting stood before each other in the silence of the dark ink night, their clothes flowing as the song of a river in the gentle air that blew the grass before surrounding their bodies.

One was the epitome of darkness yet angel of light with smile as gracious as dandelion flower while the other was the goddess of death whose beauty could ruin the countries and bring disaster yet the ruler of the darkest of the beasts of night.

"The play inside was commendable." Green eyes complimenting her deep violet hair twinkled as Princess Nevix stared at Lilith in provocation.

"I am glad the princess enjoyed."

"Does General Azarios knows? The game that you play and the webs that you weave? Is he aware of everything...."