Strong adult themes and distressing content || Court Of Amaeris || Book One ||
Solar Flare - Demon hunting guild and the new permanent residence for Astola's Tri-bloods.
Four years is a long time to be hunting demons on military orders, but...
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It's always a strange sight; seeing those of your own kind walking free while you have a collar around your throat.
The country of Astola and it's Royal court seldom ever followed the trends the rest of the world did. It was after all, a country of Amaeris.
One such 'trend' being the rights and freedoms of us Tri-Blood's – hybrids borne with the blood and magic of both demons and spirits. The world, just as it always had with its tales and religions, feared the demons that broke through the veil well over a millennia ago. While it revered and praised the spirits and God's. No longer was our society purely human.
We were now far from the shores of Astola and their patron Sun God, still locked beneath the collars that controlled our magic, limited it's input and output. Restricted us.
Ridiculous metal relics.
At least now we were in the southern hemisphere after two years up north. This small country side town had long been afflicted with demon hordes. The once loud cluster of people that lived here were now quiet and fearful. Save for the two local tri-blood's that lived there. The only ones within that allowed us to gather supplies in return for hunting the demons that afflicted the mountains by their home.
No one else risked getting close to collared tri-bloods; we were, after all, someone else's property.
Two years since we tri-bloods of Astola had been abandoned. Left behind with orders to keep fighting until they, the military that left us out here, came back for us. They never did, and I knew better than to hope they ever would. I just hoped Kieran had never given up on finding me.
That left us, four adults to care for a now fourteen-year-old, a seventeen-year-old and a twelve-year-old. Of which I refused to let them take part in anything other than sudden attacks. If they could run and flee, I'd make sure they did; Aries too.
"Three ahead. Seems they have a fresh kill."
Speak of the devil; or Harpy, I should say.
Aries swiftly landed on the tree branch next to me, his warm, cream-toned wings shifting back into his slender arms as I handed him his tattered jacket. His sandy blonde, matted hair wild in the wintery wind, that thankfully, kept our scent away from the three we were currently hunting.
The lanky Harpy beside me didn't draw his gaze from the three demons ahead of us. His eyes occasionally darted around with every noise that only he could hear, ever the observant man he was. Aries had become my best friend over these last 4 years.
After everything we experienced, the promises we made to one another, it was next level eerie how we could say a million words with a simple glance – Aries preferred style of communication; non-social.
