Mindtwysters. Shadowslayers. Demons. Fey. They never meet, much less mix. Until a certain girl comes into the picture. Keziah Edwards. The unexpected child. Save the world, be the hero, banish the evil, can she do it? One choice...to destroy or to save?
The tall silver goblet stood before him, the scarlet liquid in it emitting a tantalizing aroma. Is it worth it? the king thought, watching the liquid swish around in the goblet.
"Well?" the she-demon snapped impatiently, her raspy voice sounding like stones scratching over a rough surface. "Either drink it, or don't! I don't have time to waste on you, weakling!"
"Weakling no more," the king murmered, pushing away his fears and lifting the cup to his lips.
The transformation beagn almost instantly. He clutched his heart in pain.
"What's happening?" he gasped. The she-demon stood a little to the side, watching him expressionlessly. Suddenly, as quickly as it had come, the pain stopped.
He felt strong. He felt invincible. Slow, loud claps filled the echoey room. The demon had stood, a smirk playing on her blood-red lips.
"Congratulations, king," she said, spitting out the 'king'. "You are now one of us." the king flexed his new, ink-black wings.
"Yes," he said slowly. "I am one of you."
"Good," she replied."Now for your first mission..." the she-demon leaned over and whispered something in his ear. A cruel smile spread across his lips.