I have taken some other food as well, for it is not the done thing to simply have a large plate of bacon. It is better to have other food, even if it is to remain uneaten. Choosing only one foodstuff and consuming it to the exclusion of all else makes people uncomfortable. In my thousands of years among the mortals, I have mastered some small points such as this.
The rock radiates heat, and I feel it on my skin, awakening me. It is not like the artificial heat of the mortal furnaces. It is something raw and ancient. The rock in front of me has become a pool of yellow liquid. The mountain is awakening, the volcano welcoming me home.
Iron becomes something, a bright searing liquid, then a hard, unyielding block. It becomes a weapon, a support, or a barrier. The others never truly change, never become anything other than what they always were.
Demons such as these go to great lengths for the sake of knowledge, but not for mere academic purposes. They seek learning that serves their purposes.
They are the afraid, the lost, the forsaken, and the forgotten. I never forget, though. I know them all…
Becca gave a short bark of laughter. “This morning, my biggest concern was my divorce. Then my workplace gets invaded by…creatures…and we have to hide from them in the dark.”
At that instant, a low voice hissed to my left, “Silence you!” With the second word, a sharp blow landed on my head. Multicolored lights swam before my eyes, and I knew nothing more.
“I think this demon tapped her for knowledge,” Tris replied, “learning from her as well as feeding.”
Then we will go into the lower levels and save my people from whatever these demon mummies have in store for them.
Then his gaze met mine, and recognition blossomed there. The man knew me, but I had no idea who he was.
He followed the line of the chains to the center of the platform and saw that they were attached to the wrists and ankles of a woman.
I mean, you’re cute, I suppose but I thought the God of War was supposed to be big and brawny and I don’t know, scary.
Ares beating up each and every one of Hephaestus’ tormentors. Protecting his brother the only way he knows how.
Rehor and Vadik. How I wish I had been stronger that day. I would tear you to shreds for this.
“Oh, my sweet boy. You are going to do wondrous things. You need a strong name to help you through your life.”
