Selyn's squawked once more and pointed.
Deidre looked behind her, expecting to see Darkyn behind her and relieved that he wasn't. The girl continued to stare at her.
"Your back, Deidre," Wynn supplied.
Deidre twisted to display the tattoos marking her as Darkyn's.
"You've missed a few things," Wynn said with an amused look at Deidre.
"Is she okay?" Deidre spoke finally.
"Nothing rest and therapy can't fix." He sounded beyond relieved.
"We did it!" Deidre exclaimed again in a near-squeal.
Selyn's brow furrowed. She'd yet to look away from Deidre.
"Demons don't act like that," Wynn said then addressed Selyn. "Your father's mate was human. He turned her recently. She retains many of the less appealing human qualities."
"You're welcome," Deidre said, annoyed at him.
Human. Selyn mouth the word.
"Horrifying, isn't it?" Wynn replied. "Deidre, it's been lovely dealing with you. I'm about to summon Darkyn." He raised his eyebrows in a hint.
Deidre nodded. She smiled at Selyn and left the room.
She'd done two good things today. She walked to her chamber then paused, thinking about the ugly creature that was Zamon. Not wanting to wilt in her room with the energy of excitement in her blood, she padded down the hallway and followed the path she'd taken the other day.
She checked her hair twice to make sure no part of her marks were obscured. Darkyn said Hell would do what she asked, so she willed her hair shorter and blonde. Even demons feared Past-Death; she'd ride on the small woman's reputation. She checked her locks to make certain they turned. Still, her step slowed the first time she crossed demons. To her surprise, they bowed and moved on. The next one to pass her did as well.
Deidre made it to the library a few minutes later. Zamon looked up as she entered.
"Come," he said.
She sat across from him at the large desk. He appeared to be in the middle of recording things again.
Deidre studied him. She tested Hell's powers. Zamon's wings turned pink, and she laughed.
"It is not becoming for a demon," he grumbled.
"You look great in pink."
"The deities," he started, glaring at her. He pushed her a book and opened it. "You are learning about them today."
Cheered by the pink demon, she looked from the unfamiliar writing to him. He frowned at her then touched the book. The words swirled off the page and morphed into images of men and women.
"There are two classes," he said. "The Seen and Unseen. The more powerful the deity, the more restricted. The Dark One is the most powerful, and he grows more so, as the population of the worlds increase. His power comes from the depraved and the forbidden. There have been two deities in the position of the Dark One, rendering him one of the oldest."