Something appeared behind her immediately afterward and the next an arm seemed to encircle her from within the darkness itself.
The hold carried no violence.
It needed none; the intimacy of that presence subdued her more completely than physical force ever could, and even the female Demon's soul became motionless when that beautiful voice whispered beside her ear.
{Tiamat Slave Mark.}
A finger touched her forehead and a mark appeared for barely an instant before sinking beneath her flesh chains threaded through the demon's soul before settling somewhere foundational, far below the depths Danton's chains had ever reached and snapped the stupid weak chains that had imprisoned her.
The female Demon lost consciousness and vanished from the Void.
The white eyes moved towards another target.
The Dragonkin was already shaking when he saw the eyes.
