A Contract With My Demon
"Vane! To the roof!"
They scrambled up the rotting stairs, the wood groaning under the pressure of the celestial energy vibrating through the house. They reached the attic, a cramped space filled with dust and the smell of old secrets. In the center of the floor was a massive, circular window overlooking the sea, and beneath it, a sunburst etched into the floorboards in gold leaf.
"I don't know how to be an Arbiter!" Elara cried as the roof above them began to peel away, torn off by the vacuum of the descending host.