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Krista Demarko placed her hands against the window pane, her fingers sliding down the cool glass. She stared at the Never Trees circling the border of the floating island Golaytia, then gazed at the brilliant blue sky and white puffy clouds surrounding them. It was hard to imagine being hundreds of miles above the surface of Etheria, yet she could see the Valtic Ocean and several scattered islands far below.
I'm glad I can at least see the outside world again.
She thought about Grawljok, Chamos and Vavrina, the three Demonic hybrids who had attempted rescuing both her and Malik, and wished they could be there with her.
Lord Pontiff kept them locked up in the underground lab... I hope they're still alive.
Krista shivered at remembering the King of Casmerah. Though the hood of his royal red robe had shrouded his face in shadows, she remembered how creepy his voice sounded and how he towered high above her, his height rivaling the gaunt giant Grawljok.
I hate that he and Zinvi can control me with their voices since I'm a Demonic Hybrid.
The golden haired man Tishva Thenayu came to mind. His grayish blue eyes had always looked at her with such sadness, yet he had been the one to inject a Demonic serum into her, causing her transformation and on and off lust for blood.
"You can become fully Etherian again," Tishva had promised her. "This can be reversed, but you have to trust me..."
Grawljok had also said something similar that had given Krista a tiny amount of hope. "She needs to be detoxed of Demonic blood so she can become fully Etherian again."
I hope you're both right, the blond sighed to herself. I don't want to be controlled like a puppet anymore.
Her thoughts traveled to Malik, the boy who was the King of all the Demonic Hybrids. Despite him being the most powerful of them all, Lord Pontiff and Amraphael Zinvi II kept him in an eternal state of slumber, stealing his blood and injecting it into themselves to steal his abilities.
We were so close to saving you.
Malik's small and frail body had looked so weak Krista wondered if he could even walk or move on his own.
I'm sorry Zinvi keeps you unconscious. I will figure out a way to escape and take you with me.
"Krista?" Zinvi called from behind her, snapping the girl's focus back to the present.
The blond stiffened, her breath caught in her throat. She couldn't reply even if she wanted to. All her life she had never been able to speak.
"I'm coming in," the man announced, his voice muffled from the door separating them. The handle turned, creating a small click before the tall silver haired man pushed his way into the bedroom.
