Three bodies lay on the floor, respectfully wrapped in their cloaks, purple goddess blossoms on their chests and over their mouths. Sorin knelt by the one in the middle, running the backs of his fingers along the man's cheeks. "He's only been a paladin a few weeks. His stepmother will be crushed; he was all the family she had left. There is a damned demon right beneath my nose and I cannot find the bastard. Where could he be?"
"We'll find him," Koray said and sank to his knees beside one of the others, reaching out to gently touch the blossom that had been placed over the man's mouth, secured with the stem between his lips. "There is not even a hint of the soul left. Whoever the bastard is he must be changing rapidly and starving for power to sustain himself. That means he'll kill more, but it also means he's not going to look normal for much longer."