Who was this woman? Or perhaps more important, what was she?  Neither question seemed to have a simple answer as Erebus contemplated them. He had spent generations hunting the vilest of abominations; cleansing demon spawn from his lands, and he survived because he didn’t hesitate.<br/><br/>Now, he was breaking his own rules. This woman was obviously not human; or at least a conjurer of some dark art.  He should have ended her life just to be safe, but he didn’t.  Instead he stepped in closer to her. His scarred chest brushed against her back as he placed his hands on the ledge to each side her.<br/><br/>Erebus’ frame was such that it dwarfed Retta as she sat there. He tilted his head forward, his beard tickling her neck as spoke in her ear.<b>“I am afraid of losing my soul.”</b>