The Apostles

Fyren's hands tightened into fists at her insults. "You have no say in this matter, Ixtra, and we will remain regardless of your wishes. Furthermore, her name is Xivyah, and she is no more tainted than your precious apostles."

The curse demon's lips curled in a sneer. "I obey them at the command of my Emperor and for no other reason. They, along with this… Xiviyah belongs with the slaves in the Tainted's camp."

The other tainted she was referring to were the demonkin and beastkin accompanying the army. They were crude and bloodthirsty. Did she believe I was no different from them?

Looking into her eyes confirmed that fear and so much more. I flinched as she met my eyes, and her sneer widened into a mocking grin.

"Perhaps I was too hasty to block your path, Lord of Ash."

"Then move," he said, stone-faced.