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He identified each of his rival’s creations as they came into view, punctuating each name with his spit. “Terrok—The Demon’s Tomb! Jerrod Leech—Beneath the Floorboards!” Every step confirmed his suspicions. Nothing was new. It was all recycled, all professional, and all of it horrendously expensive. I can’t compete with . . . with this! Not now, not ever.

Especially with a demon. One of my first books had been about a werewolf and a succubus. It was one of the most terrible things I’d ever written, but was hugely popular. That book was what gained me the following that kept us fed before we started robbing banks. This was nothing like I had written.

The determination in her eyes was met with an unreadable expression from the god, his face a mask of stoic serenity. They broke through the clouds, and Esteria's breath caught in her throat once more. Below them spread a city unlike any she had ever seen. The Demon City, nestled in a vast, verdant valley, was a marvel of architecture and nature intertwined. Towers and spires of obsidian and dark stone rose gracefully, their surfaces glistening like polished onyx. Rivers of molten lava flowed through the city like veins of fire, casting a warm, ethereal glow.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Others had scriptures tattooed across their shaved heads, old prayers written in languages that looked as if they might cut the tongue that spoke them. And behind them, filling every shadowed arch and rising tier, stood the creatures of Hell itself. Demons with skin like polished obsidian, like ash, like deep blue stone, like molten copper. Creatures with antlers instead of horns, with tails coiling around their ankles, with eyes glowing green, white, violet, red. Some were beautiful enough to look carved from temptation itself. Others were monstrous in ways that made beauty seem like a childish concern. Scales, feathers, fangs, claws, smoke-veiled faces, living shadows and halo-like rings o

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

she gives me a warm smile and just shakes her head before she nods and turns back to placing the books on the shelves. I quickly come across a book on bonds, but it takes me ages to find one about demons. I search through every book and shelf until, finally, at the very top, I spot a small, extremely dusty book. Although it doesn’t explicitly say “demons,” its title, “Monsters of Our World,” is the closest I can find.

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."