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took the jar from Ryse. “Everyone believed the Devdans had been trapped by a human. What if they are trapped here?”
    “Can we walk back to the fact that this is no longer a kitchen,” Cyl said.
    This room was interesting, but it had been a kitchen not that long ago.
    “Do not say I am making things up. I have that jar as proof,” Cyl continued.
    Uryl handed the jar back to Ryse.
    “This house is not our problem. We can either sit in one of Ryse’s circle until morning or we leave now and fight whatever demons come after us.”
    ‘What delightful choices,” Nuall mumbled.
    Uryl glared at her. “Not helping.”
    She wasn’t. Nuall had never been put in a situation where she had to choose from two unappealing options.
    “So far, nothing has happened to us,” Cyl said. “Ryse has been safe inside her circle.”
    “But, this house has made a living by eating demons,” Nuall countered.
    Fair point.
    “We had been walking well into the night before taking refuge in here. We should go outside to check how long until daylight. Then, we can make our decision.”
    Uryl, as always, came up with the most reasonable option. At least it got them moving.
    The tunnel led to another grand hallway. This was getting old.
    “I read about demons possessing house and playing with the arrangements of the rooms. I am not getting trapped here.” Nuall lifted her foot and threw it forward. She kicked through the wall.
    Darkness sat on the other side. He couldn’t smell anything. If that was outside, he should’ve been able to smell the forest, water, dirt, other demons. The darkness was empty.
    Nuall lifted her foot to step through. Uryl gripped her shoulder, pulling her back. He grabbed the jar from Ryse and dropped it out of the hole.
    Nothing happened.
    They waited.
    No sound of glass hitting ground.
    “Are we trapped in here?” Nuall said.
    Uryl stepped back. “Looks like it.”
    A figured moved in his side vision. Cyl whipped his head around.
    A male with dark brown skin and short deep red hair stretched his arms over his head then across his chest.
    “I missed having a body.”
    Uryl threw Ryse behind him.
    “You were in that jar.”
    The male didn’t answer. He walked in circles.
    “This prison is not as big as I expected. I guess everything seems big if you’re seeing it from the jar.”
    Nuall stepped forward. The male faced them. Only demons in human stories had deep all black eyes. They didn’t exist in their world. At least, Cyl had thought they didn’t.
    The demon’s eye had only one color. Black.
    He wore form fitting pants and shirt with a wavy silver design running across the fabric. His ankle-length coat was made of some material Cyl wasn’t familiar with. The gray fabric shone as though it had been polished. It made the light blue lining glow. It didn’t look heavy enough to be anything but decoration. No one wore their coats that long anymore. Demons avoided harsh outfits like these. This was the way humans portrayed them. The finger sized silver blade around his neck didn’t help. He looked like someone playing a demon.
    “I’ve had a few modern demons pass my jar. I never cared for the fashion. You look too human.”
    He vanished. A hand rested on Cyl’s shoulder. He jump forward. The male had appeared behind him.
    “Thank you for carrying me. It took me ages to learn how to move my jar.” He turned to Uryl. “And thank you for throwing me into the abyss. The power in the hole burned off the wards. It was supposed to kill me, but it only left a few scars.”
    “Will you answer our questions now?” Nuall asked.
    “I suggest you move away from the hole. The darkness isn’t as empty as it smells.”
    The darkness moved like oil as it poured into the house. Sometimes it dropped in a shapeless mass. Other times, it took the form of hands reaching for them.
    They backed up.
    It smelled terrible. Finally a scent. The darkness smelled like decaying bodies.
    The male walked down the hall. Uryl