Poking
out her tongue in disgust, Zaylia carefully filled a goblet with a
mixture of nectar and honey. She could never understand why the
angels like such a mixture, but the mere smell of the sweet mixture
made her shudder. Personality, she preferred ashberry wine, but
today, she wasn’t in the position to make those types of choices.
She had to work outside her comfort zone.
The
war between demon and angel had been raging for centuries, neither
side gaining the advantage over the other. Whenev