Chapter 193
I produced my sketchbook and drew a few Demons, then showed them to Rosalia. "Can you tell me which is which?"
She nodded and looked at the paper. She pointed at the big, muscly one with long claws and front-facing horns. "Thi is an Invirineth."
I hummed. Those were the most numerous according to my memories.
"This is an Alkaneth," she told me, pointing at one with wings I saw in my first dream. "The males are pretty similar in shape."
"I see," I muttered.
Knowing the names of Demons wasn’t really important, but the chance presented itself.
Rosalia’s eyes closed for a second when she saw the next drawing. It was a small Demon with sharp teeth. "This is a child..." she whispered.
I nodded. "What kind?" I asked.
"Invirineth," she replied, then looked me in the eye with a mix of complicated feelings.
I arched an eyebrow. "What? They got corrupted. Tragic, but you know..." I thought those were imps.
After a few more drawings, Rosalia started crying. The drawings of her kind were the limit, apparently.
So many inconsistencies, I thought, looking at the woman being hugged by her son and husband. If Demons got here three hundred years ago, how did they bring about Changelings? I’m not an expert in biology, but even I know it takes a very long time for one living being to become an entirely different one. Did Danuva have a hand in it? Does she have the ability to? Why aren’t people more open about the Gods? Lorena said Changelings tried to kill Miraztor a thousand years ago. Could it be that Nerissa’s and Rosalia’s were the last groups to leave Hell? Am I here to contain the spread of the Abyss’s influence? What if corrupted Demons got here? Would other Halves have reacted? What if they did and nobody knew of it? Is that why Changelings dislike us? Do they all hate us?