"You're dreaming," he says, like that's the simplest and most obvious explanation in the universe.
No mythological horrorterror comes crawling out of the trees, but there is a rustle in the ones behind her, then the sound of wing beats, and Lucifer's dragon makes a smooth flight from the branches over to the Devil. Lucifer holds one arm out for it to land on, like a falconer for a prize hawk, and it settles itself just as easily. It watches Iman and her daemon for a moment or two, tilting its head on its sinuous neck, and its eyes catch the light with fire-red eyeshine.
"The rift is to blame, I'd imagine. It also seems to be having a psychological effect on some of you, which is... interesting. Whatever discomfort you're feeling at the moment isn't your own."
His arm lowers as Rahab ceases to find the girl and her crow interesting, climbing up to Lucifer's shoulders to lay there like a languid, reptilian cat.
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No mythological horrorterror comes crawling out of the trees, but there is a rustle in the ones behind her, then the sound of wing beats, and Lucifer's dragon makes a smooth flight from the branches over to the Devil. Lucifer holds one arm out for it to land on, like a falconer for a prize hawk, and it settles itself just as easily. It watches Iman and her daemon for a moment or two, tilting its head on its sinuous neck, and its eyes catch the light with fire-red eyeshine.
"The rift is to blame, I'd imagine. It also seems to be having a psychological effect on some of you, which is... interesting. Whatever discomfort you're feeling at the moment isn't your own."
His arm lowers as Rahab ceases to find the girl and her crow interesting, climbing up to Lucifer's shoulders to lay there like a languid, reptilian cat.