I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
The air around her begins to leak black smoke. She rises quickly, whining softly, ears pinned to her skull. Like ink drifting at the will of a watery current, the darkness spreads; suddenly gathering together and then shifting away to accommodate the demon's presence. Yipping excitedly, she bounds to his side, cold muzzle pressed tight into the soft spot behind his elbow in greeting.
Drawn just as so many others - from the depths of the underworld to the far reaches of the universe - he had hardly made it to the outer reaches of the Chamber before his magician father had redirected him. Find his brother - pah! - in the Afterlife and bring him back. An unearthly mist clings to the trunks of the trees in his immediate vicinity; it's damp and somehow slimy, clinging to his lower legs. Hell. He'd thought that he was free from this place, at least for the remainder of this body's lifetime. He had returned, as a child, only to search for his grandmother, the infamous Starlace, but when he had returned empty-handed, Set had let him be. Until now. Stretching his neck and shaking out his mane, he signals Set mentally, his she-wolf lingering at his feet.
Niklas
Set x Anaxarete