You are and you always will be my daughter

Aralyn’s POV

As we barged into the lord-knows-which level of Wengarthria after Nat’s headlong…well…and to be honest…daft and rushed plunge through the portal, the first thing I saw was the bastard lying on the floor.

When I scanned the scenery around us, it became apparent that we were in a maze-like row of dungeons, with the central, arena-looking-like clearing where the vampire had attacked my father. Malleteagan and the vampire were surrounded by a mob of various demons who were there, watching, cackling, and hooting as if they were at some rock concert. The clamour and racket of the demons in the arena were reinforced by the stereo sound of laughter and uproar, echoing and breaking out from prisoners in cells. The mass of demons in the arena was hard to catch with an eye. Although we had magic, and although I am confident in my fighting skills as well as in those of Merlius and Nat, we would probably be squashed in a stampede of these demons before we could eve