“They call me the Blood Knight because I do not have my own to live off of. As you can see—” he steps back and motions to his stomach where bruises are all but black underneath his skin “—I bleed darkness, cold and unsustaining, unlike yours.” My lips tremble despite my best efforts to keep them still. Demons are truly terrifying. It’s one thing to read about a Devourer in an old tome compared to seeing it in person. “And what exactly are you, Kalel?” I already know. But I want to hear him say it anyway. His cruel grin is as frigid as his hands. “Partaker of demigods—a Devourer.”
