The catacombs disappear, replaced by a small square room made of rough-hewn stone. Another Teschio stands in front of a grown-up version of Hildy. Her white leather coat is less damaged and worn. So is Hildy herself, somehow. A carefree light dances in her eyes. Inside her heart, this remembered Hildy is far younger than the one who visited us today.
What happened to her?
A growl sounds, distracting me. Against the far wall stands a demon, humanoid and gangly, with all white skin and an extra set of arms. The creature has no eyes, a pair of holes for a nose, and a mouth filled with pointed red teeth. The only thing that keeps it from tearing the Teschio and Hildy apart are enchanted manacles on its neck, hands and feet. I’d know that monster anywhere.
It’s a Cruor demon. They take the l
