THE VOYAGE AWAY FROM El Cabana filled Inaia with some sense of dread. Even her, with all of the clairvoyance she mastered could not forsee the future of this trip. Happy as she was initially to leave that jungle and its red-colored folk, for their women had begun to take on an unhealthy liking to her Lord [Host], she was bothered by the crawling fingers of fear against her low spine a mere four hours into the journey.
Fear that this island they were headed to—promised to be the jewel of the seas, was yet another hotspot for the enemies of her Lord to find, and end him. The Empyrean declared him wanted, three years now – a ruling queen's issue for apprehension, among other infernal bastards who wanted to do him in for Lilith and the situation with the Principalities. Horripilation dotted Inaia's arms; this symptom being one of the reasons why she didn't really fuck with the mortal bodies.
These capsules could break and bleed, and shit. And die.
