The Beginning

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Acheron felt a presence behind him. He spun around, staff ready to strike, expecting it to be another Daimon attacking him.

It wasn't.

Instead, he found Simi hanging upside down in a tree, her long, burgundy batlike wings folded in against her childlike body. She wore a loose black chiton and himation that rippled gently with the night's breeze. No doubt Simi was using her powers to keep them in place so that they wouldn't fall over her head and expose her body. Her bloodred eyes glowed eerily in the darkness while her long black braid dangled from her head down to the ground.

Acheron relaxed and set one end of his staff against the damp grass as he watched her.

"Where have you been, Simi?" he asked sharply. He'd been calling for the Charonte demon for the last half hour.

"Oh, just hanging about, akri," she said, smiling as she swung herself back and forth on the limb. Her eyes changed to a glowing yellow shade. "Did akri miss me?"

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