Or maybe he was like her?
Not likely. Although numerous Sata’an descendants had disappeared into humanity over the years, they lived quiet lives, sequestered into remote areas of the world where they could keep their offspring’s peculiar genetic features a secret. Azrael only knew of a few cases where offspring had truly been born without a tail. It only happened when there was a genetic mutation.
“Elisabeth!” Mary called. “We need that magic scalpel of yours to do wonders over here!”
“I’m on it!” Her thoughts were forgotten as she did what she did best. Save lives. The soldier’s arm was shredded from shrapnel and burned, but he’d managed to cover his face, sparing it from horrific burns.
“This guy's arm looks like a Swiss cheese,” Lucy stepped aside. “I don’t think we’ll be able to sa
