You seem to be familiar with the creature, mind sharing what you know?
The Witch of Fables, floating through the air in her regal white gown stained with blood and accompanied by a closed book, said as she approached Vessina who towered over the dead Saintess.
Behind her, Alex, Elena, Victoria, and the Fixer trailed, the first three curious to hear what Vessina had to say, while the last one had no choice but to tag along.
Vessina, prideful as she was, sent a perfunctory glance the Witch's way before replying.
It is a creation of my sister, that is all there to be told.
A profound silence followed as all kept their eyes trained on the purple succubus, seemingly demanding more in the form of an explanation.
Vessina rolled her eyes in clear annoyance as she spat out.
Iskanza.
The Devil of Envy?