The Demon Lord of Rot froze in place and slowly turned around to take a look. The woman behind her was tall, well-built, had black hair, and glowing green eyes. But what's most important was that she reeked with bloodlust.
Unlike them, who were old and Kali, who surpassed them all, Merida still couldn't control her demonic impulses of violence and aggression.
Ever since she was born, Merida had always been a bit too aggressive, violent, and prone to attack first and think later. What at first looked like a strange quirk, a lack of discipline by her crumbling family, or just a lack of manners had turned into a cruel joke by the fates.
When she was little and would beat the kids in Alina to an inch of their lives, many adults called her a demon child. Only if they knew how right they were. She always had that demon in her, intertwined with her very fate.
