Iaoth dipped his warm body in the sacred waterfalls. He relaxed and leaned his head back to one of the stones. He closed his eyes and tried to tune out Seraphim’s voice calling him.
He sighed and opened his eyes when he felt the demon-vampire king’s presence. He glanced at Seraphim standing next to the waterfall.
“Whatever you’re doing you have to stop it this instance.”
Iaoth dipped his hand on the crystal-clear water, “I’m not doing anything bad.”
“You’re going to destroy a relationship with your mischievousness, Iaoth,” Seraphim said in a much deeper authoritative voice.
“I’m not destroying something that’s already broken. He just needed to see what’s on the surface. If he decides then it’ll seal the faith of the next heir to your throne.”
“Why are you doing this
