Amni lifted himself from the floor and glared but the expression was erased at one look from Hyakuhei’s black as midnight eyes. The wind demon cowered against the wall again, making himself as small as possible.
The door opened almost silently and Hyakuhei felt Yuuhi enter the room. Yuuhi was his greatest achievement, quiet and unmistakably deadly. Like Amni, Yuuhi was a demon himself but, by some gift sent by the gods, would eternally remain a child in appearance… a weapon that had many advantages.
The pale white boy walked up to the bed and silently pulled the red sheet over Hyakuhei’s form before sitting down in a chair close by. Hyakuhei caught the glitter of the mirror of souls now hanging around Yuuhi’s neck. The temptation to see Kyoko was there once more but Hyakuhei refrained… h
