Re: Marzanna/Chernobog - 10 pm, the poor doors/pool area
"Yes, yes," Chernobog readily agreed. It had been their way, more or less. Chernobog reigned supreme but it was only Marzanna who could tell the god what to do, where to go, who to kill.
Except in this particular instance. The animals near the door growled as they approached and Chernobog moved forward without being commanded. He reached toward the creatures and found their breaths in their throats, pulling the air free and gathering it to himself as he silenced their growls. As the animals fell to the ground, squirming from lack of air, Chernobog smiled.