Edwardian:
These feeders look and smell like regular mortals. Had it not been for something that Lucifer taught me the night we met, I wouldn't have known. Magic has a certain feel to it. It's not a real emotion. It's something exciting but foreign. That's what these things have inside of them. Something out of place and it's toxic to us. Once Adaleigh and her former finished gathering the bodies we had taken out, they stacked them in the middle of the courtyard.
Our feeders are here and they're attending to those who are sick. All Darknessian feeders are required to take basic medical procedures, especially now that we are on the brink of war.
"You saved my men," Alexander walked over to me.
"Your men?" I scoffed. "My grandmother spoiled you and my mother played al
