Daemon
“Moon…” someone gasped shakily from the crowd.
One by one, the guests began to raise their heads towards the sky.
“What is that?” Sabina asked in alarm.
“The price,” Evr replied quietly. “Everything has a price.”
I looked up. Through the open canopy of the tent, I could see the moon slowly changing colour. Its silvery glow was gradually fading, giving way to a deep crimson, as though someone had spilt blood across the heavens.
Wasn’t it supposed to look like this tonight? Or was ‘Blood Moon’ merely a metaphor?
The silence was shattered by a piercing scream.
Diana doubled over as though an invisible force had struck her in the stomach. She collapsed to her knees, gasping for air. I rushed towards her.
“What’s happening to you?”
The moment my hands touched her shoulders, her
