“Why, hello, my dear brothers. Long time, no see.”
My mouth dries as the tall, red-eyed steps out of the smoke. A tall woman with long white and black hair that floats as if in water and hangs in front of her face. Her grey-tinged skin appears sick and ghastly but doesn’t hang off her frame like most of the ghouls’ skin seems to do. Long, claw-like nails click as she waves a hand, sending out more ghouls as she walks. A long, tattered black, renaissance dress hangs off her frame, moving like smoke around her. The snow behind her turns black and smokes with each step she takes. Phantom and Demon move in front of me and Ian and the newcomer stops, a twisted smirk on her face.
“Oh? What kind of greeting is this?” She says, voice echoey and whispery. “Don’t tell me that you two don’t recogni
