Aetherian
Netta chimed in, "How interesting. I have never seen one before. Lord Malgorth destroyed his pet 'bones' before I could get a good look. I'm curious to know what they taste like." She moved her tongue around her teeth, licking her lips.
The man's blood ran cold as he heard the name Malgorth. It was a name that brought back memories of horror and pain. Malgorth was a powerful and ruthless man, who had waged a war against the Aetherius, a once noble race of beings who could manipulate the elements. Centuries ago, he had unleashed his dark magic upon them, slaughtering them without mercy. Only a few of them had survived by hiding in human bodies. The man was one of them, and he had hoped to live a peaceful life among the mortals. But now, he was facing three of Malgorth's minions.
"What do you want? I have nothing. Your lord took everything from us. Now we live among these humans, feeding on their measly energy." The man almost cried out, his voice trembling.