"You could just say that we are both asking," Sabrina replied, her omni-directional voice carrying notes of amusement that suggested shared consciousness rather than mere cooperation between host and entity.
The air between them shimmered as her voice shifted, becoming more ethereal, more ancient. When she spoke again, the words carried weight that predated civilizations, syllables that seemed to bend reality around their pronunciation.
"I can recognize the small fragrance that emanates from your soul, no matter how you try to hide it." The voice was unmistakably Lust now, cosmic entity speaking through willing vessel with authority that made dimensional barriers tremble. "My real question is—why are you attacking my Apostle, Arkadius? Was our deal just a plot?"
