I produced my sketchbook and drew a few Demons, then showed them to Rosalia. "Can you tell me which is which?"
She nodded and looked at the paper. She pointed at the big, muscly one with long claws and front-facing horns. "Thi is an Invirineth."
I hummed. Those were the most numerous according to my memories.
"This is an Alkaneth," she told me, pointing at one with wings I saw in my first dream. "The males are pretty similar in shape."
"I see," I muttered.
Knowing the names of Demons wasn't really important, but the chance presented itself.
Rosalia's eyes closed for a second when she saw the next drawing. It was a small Demon with sharp teeth. "This is a child..." she whispered.
I nodded. "What kind?" I asked.
"Invirineth," she replied, then looked me in the eye with a mix of complicated feelings.
I arched an eyebrow. "What? They got corrupted. Tragic, but you know..." I thought those were imps.
