Now a demon, Sybella had been a witch the last time the two had seen one another. Babylon, maybe, somewhere in the hanging gardens the two had cleaned their bloodsoaked blades and said their farewells. Bone spears protruded from the corpse of a hellhound as Echion cracked his neck, “I don’t remember these things being on this side of the door,” at least not this far from an Otherworld gate. He wondered what might have been driving them out or drawing them in, hellhounds hunted demons though - not as if Sybella had needed any help. “you’ve changed.”