“Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness.”
― Poppy Z.Brite
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(night - 3)
The darkness here was overwhelming. Shadows crowded wherever they walked. Lois looked distracted as Azareal pushed him inside the big stone building. It was built of dark rocks, and it stood proudly above the cliff, trying to touch the dark sky.
"Walk, puppy, walk." Azareal said to Lois, who growled under his breath. He looked so damn pitiful, and the man could only growl now, for there was no way for him to shift. His hands were bound by silver shackles that stopped him from shifting.
Azareal's pet Ifrinn, a gift from Aimyel, walked next to him, its forked tongue lolling out. Its eyes were flaming like the embers of hell.
"One of your stupid relatives attacked Arabe
