Green fire erupted from the ground, casting a glow around the group of spirits gathered there. It seemed her time had come at last, and it seemed to be going as Surtur had predicted. Lamia was on the edge of the now rather large crowd who had gathered around the dark, shining figure and his skeletal horse.
She could feel the power radiating off of him, even from where she was. He was not a man, but a god. That made her blood boil... and it made her hungry. Not long after his speech, more figures appeared in the circle of fire. An almost orgasmic shudder moved through as her eyes alighted on the smallest member in the party. A young woman; her soul bared. Oh, this was going to be easier than she thought.