Chapter 13

The full moon, hanging in the odd starry night sky, turned brighter which fashioned the pastures into a peculiar topography of tarnished silver and spaces of partial illumination. An absence of visible light was stretching behind every creature around the dim corners of the place which were silenced as two nocturnal critters landed on a fence, railing the herd of bisons.

Unable to stay still as the familiar creatures bounded over them, their grunts echoed throughout the cold breeze.

“You’re scaring the cows, geez!” The woman in white Victorian nightgown, intoned as she landed next to the man who’s wearing a white medieval renaissance clothing. Her, black as ebony, hair swayed through her waist as the cold wind brushed against her pale cheeks.

“Pardon me by stating the obvious, however, these ain’t cows, my love,” Rener, an archdemon, chuckled as he held the hand of his lover. A thin smile curved on the fallen angel's lips as she moved cl