Fallen (Undergoing editing)

Chapter twenty eight:

Coming down the final couple stairs, we came into a dark room, lightened by candles, illuminating the boxes and crates stashed in all the corners of the room.

"What is this place?" I said as we all stopped.

Demetrius stood beside me looking around with no surprise on his face as if he knew what to expect. "An underground demon stash. Many of them are destroyed to help stop the dark trades, but many as crafty as Furus have a few still going."

I coughed, pinching my nose. "It stinks down here," I groaned feeling the thick dust that floated around the room stick on to my tongue.

"Demons stink," Demetrius growled, flashing his gaze over Furus who paid no attention.

Lucien, Alice and Furus all came over, Furus holding a few small scrolls in his hands.

"What are those?" Raven said coming over to us, her violet eyes seemed to glow in the candle light.

Furus grinned from ear to ear, his coal black eyes sending dark chills down my spine. "Angel scrolls. War plans."

"They're already preparing war?" Alice shook his head looking forlorn.

Furus nodded. "It seems so."

"They know too much. Our information is leaking like a broken faucet," Lucien barked.

Furus raised a white thin eyebrow. "You have a traitor among you?"

Alice nodded sadly. "We have evidence that thinks so."

Furus nodded and turned away presenting a large box he dragged over to us. It almost looked impossible for such a little old skinny man to carry such a large heavy object. I half thought he would split into two from the effort. "Here," he huffed setting it down with a bang, "For you, freshly smuggled."

Alice frowned and leaned over, lifting the box's lid with a groan, eyes widening. Beside us, Raven gasped.

"What—what is it?" I couldn't help but blurt, peaking over shoulders to get a look at what was inside the box.

"Its black fairy dust," Lucien whispered.

"What's black fairy dust?"

Demetrius let out a low whistle. "It's used to make the best demonic weapons, in fact the only thing to make them. Gold and all that stuff are too hard to use and to enchant."

"Its hard to come by, how did you manage to get it Furus?" Alice said gazing to Furus in the corner of his eye, skeptically.

Furus flashed a toothless grin, but it faded quickly at the sound of a quiet squeak from the tunnel, no one noticed it.

"What was—" I began.

"Furus?" Alice echoed again to the old man who hadn't answered.

"Oh you know," he said pacing around us. "I have my ways."

"Really?" Lucien said who had walked around behind Furus to the boxes over in the corner. "Then what are these?"

Suddenly Lucien flipped the lid off one of the chests, revealing a bunch of bulbs that wiggled around with a bright pure white aura flaming around them. All us gasped except Furus who cringed and bit his lip guiltily.

"Souls? Furus, why do you have souls?" Alice demanded, looking slightly frantic.

Furus attempted to grin again. "I have my ways?"

Alice made the smallest motion of his mouth and Lucien zipped forward grabbing Furus by the collar. "Someone bought you off didn't they?" he growled in his face.