>>6047656>>6047833>>6047840>>6047913>>6048666https://files.catbox.moe/u77r66.mp3You tilted your head towards the door, lowering your voice. “Tell them that you’ll be there shortly.”
Miranna drifted to the threshold. “Tell him I’ll be there soon,” she announced, her voice elevating.
The demon on the other side squeaked, “I’ll do that!”
Retreating footsteps soon faded, the demonkin trusting Miranna at her word. Backstroking as if through water, Miranna’s wings unfurled to carry her towards the bowl. She picked one among the many stones.
“I favour this one in a fight,” she said, still in the air, her talon caressing the etched spiral.
You set the stone back and then placed your hand over hers, preventing her from rewinding a different enchanted melody.
“I’ll listen to it later,” you assured her. “The Demon King will grow suspicious with every second you delay.”
Miranna sighed and tucked the flat stone of her elongated plated battle skirt. “He probably will,” she conceded.
“So, we have little time, but at least we know that he’s in his throne room. Are other Generals there as well?”
She clicked her talons and tapped her chin, her nail scraping against her gorget. “There should be just one.”
“Is this place not your home?”
Miranna lifted her raven wing in a shrug. “Every Demon General has quarters, yet none of them possess wings as good as mine to travel back and forth. Twister of Wishes is nearly always about, and Mountain Eater should be close by.”
“But not here?”
“She’s too big!” Miranna said, stifling a chuckle. “As an abyss giant, she’s always battling with the citadel’s walls and ceiling.”
“How” —you glanced down, scuffing the dust, then raising your head— “how large is she, precisely?”
“Less than a dragon-beast,” Miranna said, as if that was suppose to easy your mind. “Enough not to fit in.”
Pang flared above your eyebrows; you plucked another stone and pressed its cold, jagged edge against your temple.
Miranna tilted her head. “Is something amiss, hero?”
Aside from being told that you might soon had to comfort a literal giant? “No, nothing. Let’s not waste time.”
“Then, to the dungeons!”
Miranna seized the wooden edge and slammed the door open, revealing a winding descent of chiselled slate steps, their grainy surface shimmering with a subtle blue hue. Torches along the wall were unlit—the unfortunate demon from before having to ascend blind—but Miranna quickly ignited the sconces with a flicker of her fiery gifts. The stones fell sharply, itsy impish imprints pressed in the dust.
