Chương 22: CHAPTER 21: Adult demon.
Now that contact with the coyote had been broken, Sirin opened his eyes again. He was a little dizzy from the new experience.
Spot wasn't doing too well either. The animal looked even more scared than before.
But the feeling this animal radiated was strange. It was exactly like the people he had encountered in hell. The scar on the coyote's soul apparently indicated that it now belonged to Sirin.
irin doubted that other demons would really care about this. He also just killed a human who belonged to another demon.
Despite that, this was great progress. Not only could he now claim creatures, he could now extend his consciousness as needed for magic.
He was so excited he didn't even realize he had started wagging his tail.
The days that followed were mainly filled with walking during the day and stopping at night.
Sirin had also occasionally seen tracks. As far as he could tell they were those of a human. He hadn't told this to the others, he didn't really have a reason to.
When they stopped, Jan was usually quiet and checked his weapons, while Mirana tried to bond with Sirin.
He found that quite irritating, but there wasn't much he could do about it. Furthermore, the attention she gave to him was also quite helpful.
That's how she had taught him how to prepare meat. Sirin thought it was dry and tasteless if it wasn't raw, but according to Mirana and Jan people liked this better. Now that he kind of knew how to cook, he might do the same for Amanda once he freed her.
Also, it would be helpful if he convinced people to work under him. In the end he still wanted to make a village himself. Whatever he did he couldn't shake the beautiful lights and interesting smells of the village where he had first been summoned.
When Mirana wasn't teaching him about people she was telling him about her past.
From what she had heard, her mother had been used by an incubus. She had managed to flee and thus ended up at the bunker. She died when she gave birth to Mirana.
In the bunker she was raised and examined by scientists. Jan was one of the guards of the lab and they were in frequent contact.
When the bunker was about to fall, they had her locked up because they were afraid she would conspire with the demons. But the doors got jammed and the researchers couldn't get out of the lab. In the end they had died one by one.
This evening Mirana had started telling fairy tales she had heard from some researchers.
Sirin found this very interesting. The fairy tales featured creatures he had never heard of. Now that he knew what some of them looked like and what they could do, he could look for them in other worlds.
Unfortunately this didn't last long. Even though the night had just begun, Mirana and Jan were completely exhausted. She had finally fallen asleep in the middle of the story.
Since Sirin had to keep watch anyway, and was quite bored, he continued to practice stretching his consciousness.
Again he sat in the cold darkness surrounded by the flameing silhouettes. Only now did he realize that he could still move his own body even though he wasn't quite there. Still, he decided not to open his eyes. He could barely concentrate enough to maintain this state, let alone if he saw anything else.
It was quite quiet here, just a few small animals here and there.
Only there was some kind of stain in the distance. It was big, very big, but also very hard to see.
Sirin shifted his consciousness in that direction to get a better idea of what it was. But apparently the thing caught on to him too.
The spot grew smaller and harder to see until the figure was surrounded only by a kind of fog of its own soul and consciousness.
Now Sirin could clearly see that this was also a demon. But his presence felt different. Stronger, but almost invisible. It was like a storm alone with nothing to blow away. You would only realize it if you were in it.
This was an adult demon!
Sirin hastily withdrew his consciousness. If that demon got hold of that, he'd be nothing more than a living doll.
When he had done that, he opened his eyes and got up to wake the others. Spot had already crept fearfully behind him.
But before he could do anything, the demon was standing in front of him. He had a human-like figure, only at least twice as long as a human's. The skin was dark blue and leathery. The horns stood mighty above his heavy eyebrows.
"Pathettic." He spoke in a voice as impressive as his aperrance. It was poetic, but heavy and it had a faint echo. Sirin could only hope that one day his voice would be as great as this demon's, even if human ears could barely bear it.
"There's something about you that I hate. Though I hate your company more. Tell me hatchling, are you incapable of killing this failure of nature or are you so sad that you can tolerate its existence?"
Before Sirin could answer, the demon spoke again. "Join me, hatchling. You get a tenth of the souls left on the battlefield and I could use your help in attacking the next human encampment."
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