Julian spoke to the other magi, insisting that I be offered protection within their tower.
My own kind had betrayed me; with the mage's babe growing in my womb, they no longer trusted me. Rumors abound that the babe I carry belongs to the half-angel knight, which everyone could agree was an abomination - the child of a demon and an angel surely would bring chaos to the land.
However bad that would have been, to my people, I had truly done worse. The magi are the greatest threat to the Undead. I had trysted with one of their most powerful members. He may be half-demon, but he is half-human as well, and another reason for my own kind to hate me.
The knights are a threat to our safety, but the Magi threaten our very souls, for they alone have the power to transform us into living, human flesh, and this remains one of their primary goals -- to rid the land of Undead by making us all mere, weak humans.
My deepest fear is that they may all -- the Undead, the magi, even Julian himself - discover my greatest betrayal and most terrible weakness. And even though I love my brother and the other Undead, and would do anything for them, even to the point of risking my own child -- my heart belongs to the mage, and I feel my soul giving itself over him little by little.
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