She lashed all four arms, cracking his armor, shattering the room around her. A clay urn shattered, spilling wine across the floor. She leaped, swiped her claws, and knocked down a limestone statue of an ancient, bearded king. Her arms spun, tearing down the room, digging ruts into the walls and floor. Clay tablets bearing cuneiform writings—epic tales of ancient heroes—fell off shelves, shattering into a heap of shards. Her flames blasted out, and tapestries burned.

Raem stood as she raged, calm, staring.

"Speak your treasonous words again," the king said, "and I will complete the banishment."

"Then send me hunting outside your borders." Angel panted, tongue lolling. "Send me to the deserts of Tiranor in the west. Send me to the barbarous lands north of the sea. Send me to the city-states in the south, your old enemies. I will find mortal flesh elsewhere."

Raem shook his head. "You are not to leave this city, Angel. The walls of Eteer are your boundaries. I have given you more freedom than you've known in ten thousand years, but you are still my slave. You will remain here until you've captured all the weredragons."

She howled. "Your weredragons do not satisfy the hunger in our bellies. Your flesh stinks of starlight."

"Once they are all dead, I will send you hunting beyond my borders. Not until then." Raem leaned down and lifted a small, obsidian statuette of a winged bull. He placed it back on a shelf. "More remain in this city. Still your demons unearth one every day. Your servitude will continue." He turned back toward the window. "I have errands in the north. I seek a particular weredragon across the sea—a weredragon that betrayed me, a weredragon I will hurt. A weredragon named Laira." He turned back toward Angel, and his fists clenched, and his eyes hardened. "While I am away, you are not to leave this city, nor are you to touch my people. My daughter Issari will sit upon the throne until I return. You are to obey her, even as the hunger eats through your belly."

You will break!

You are broken!

You will never rise!

Help, mercy, stop, take it back!

Yes, Angel hungered. Forever hunger lived inside her. Hunger for an end to those voices. Hunger for blood, for flesh, for power, for freedom. Hunger for a child.

She placed her hand against her belly, aching for spawn, for the rustle of unholy life within her. The ravenous lust blazed through her loins with dark fire.

She grabbed Raem's shoulders again.

"I hunger for you. Take me."

He grabbed onto her hard, stone body that leaked smoke and flame. She sneered, turned her back to him, and dropped to her hands and knees. She howled as he took her, head tossed back, her flames blasting out from her eyes, her claws digging into the floor.

The fire consumed her.

For a precious few moments, the voices fell silent.