Vaelian didn't dare show any disrespect, desperately trying to curry favor with the matriarch, knowing she stood on equal footing with The Lifeless Dreadgod.
"I heard the Giant King's wife is a succubus. Why don't I sense the bloodline of the Succubus Race in him?" the Abyssal succubus asked, clearly just as intrigued by the boy.
"Lord lisande, the Giant King has many won," Vaelian said, his tone accommodating. As an ally brought into the fold by The Lifeless Dreadgod, he dared not offend the Abyssal succubus. "This Giant Prince wasn't born of your kind. From what I've gathered, the offspring of your people is nad Pallas, the Third Giant Prince of the Stoneheart Horde. Pallas perfectly inherited the Giant King's bloodline. If the opportunity arises to capture him, I will deliver him to you imdiately."
"Pallas?" lisande mused. If The Infernal Matriarch's voice was cool and crisp, lisande's was a seductive purr, pulling at the soul like a barbed hook. Every smile, every subtle shift of her brow, commanded the heartbeats of those around her. "A na that makes the blood run hot. A pity he doesn't carry the surna of our Succubus Race."
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