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When all that was said and done, when all the rage and the desire had been spent, they lay back in bed together and looked at the ceiling. Well, she looked at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and began to slip off into sleep.

The DemonQueen cast a sidelong glance at her companion, her lover, her brother, her kin. Zayhedril's breathing was even, his eyes closed. Dark lashes lay gently on his high cheekbones. His skin was smooth, his cheeks flushed, and his lips, though not the most lush, were rosy from where she had kissed them hard. He was a gorgeous specimen, even when in the most weakest of life-forms.

It had taken a while for them to find each other in this life. She had been trekking along a muddy highway in the North for a long time. He had been biding his time in the steaming tropical islands in the South of the world. But they had been drawn to each other, and here at last in the cold, almost-god-forsaken centre of the world, in the crater town of Mespos, they had found each other.

And as with any of their meetings, it had been heady, it had been explosive, and it had been violent. The Demonqueen Xandar touched her lower lip gently. It had swelled to half its size from the split in its centre, where Zayhedril had punched her full in the face. There was a smear of dried blood on her chin that felt hard and crusty. Still! Their meeting had been good.

Getting to the privacy of this inn without destroying anything, or anyone in the process, had been an improvement over their previous reunions. Though the forms they were in were weak - possibly the weakest they had ever sampled - the human bodies were still capable of causing damage to their equally weak and poorly build structures.