Five:
“Madam Blood Goddess, please follow me. We have prepared the portal to your mortal city.”
I turned and blinked as I took sight of the middle-aged gentleman. He was a sanguinar like the others, but somehow disfigured and slightly withered with age.
“Ok, thanks.”
I said and turned and followed as the crimson-robed man led me towards the courtyard. My body still ached as I walked, which bothered me. Part of me seemed depleted inside. The weight of my swords hung noticeably on my hips. Their powers felt almost like the only thing allowing me to keep moving through the pain and haze threatening to envelop my mind and body.
Demigoddesses don’t get the night off because they feel like shite. Though, I wouldn’t mind a bit of cuddle time with my women. We hadn’t even had enough time to
