It looked to be the early afternoon of a gorgeous spring day. The sky was nearly cloudless, the sun was warm, and a soft breeze blew to complete the effect. I felt a twinge of nostalgia. I never had much time to dwell on it but I really missed being alive.
“So this is the Living Realm,” Fikhos said, gazing around in awe. “It’s beautiful. There’s so much light.”
“Yeah, kind of reminds me of your office,” I said.
“Sure, but this is real light,” he said. “It’s more organic. Less glaring. Is that the Sun?”
“Don’t stare at it too long,” I advised. “Unless you want to find out if demons can go blind.”
He quickly shifted his gaze downward. “So what’s the plan?”
“Well,” I said, “I’m assuming if Torvin took anybody up to the Realm of the Living, it would have been here. Unless you two went anywhere else?” I asked, glancing at Jaelin. She gave a half shrug and grunted noncommittally.
“Right, so if there were any demons up here, they would have arrived somewhere in this general area,” I continued. “Maybe we need to take a look around and see if we can find any signs of, you know…demon stuff.”
“Demon stuff,” Fikhos repeated. I wasn’t sure if he was mocking me or taking mental notes.
“Yeah, you know,” I elaborated. “Like disemboweled corpses, burning crosses, footprints in the shape of a pentagram, I don’t know. You two are the demons here. Tell me what to look for that would indicate the presence of other demons!”
“How about a really big fire?” Fikhos suggested, pointing to the tree line behind me. Thick columns of dark smoke were rising in the distance.
I stared. “Yeah. That seems like a pretty good place to start.”