The Demon's Travels. Sanctum.

I Do The Secret Handshake.

Okay, so it looks bad. Cultists room. I'm naked, except for this towel. I'm also wearing hair rollers and I don't have my weapons with me. Plus I think I smell like raspberry lemon shampoo. 

In other words. It's a plot in a Halloween Movie and Michael is about to come any moment with that signature music of his. 

Come to think of it a Preschooler Demon could probably beat up Michael, by the time we were 5 years old we were capable of lifting around 3 tons already. 

You'd think a girl like me who has learned to control powers matching that of a super hero wouldn't be afraid of something like this. 

But the thing is, all that stuff like fantasy super heroes and whatever might be impressive in our world. But in Varismalia, where the average citizen of nonhuman descent is already capable of that much, where a 10 ton lifting demon is as common as a sandwich buying Grandma in New York City,  it isn't just mortifying to run into something that actually puts fear into the common folk, it's downright paralyzing. 

Here I was, staring my current greatest fears right in the wooden door, and I didn't know how to react or what I should do in spite of it being honestly obvious.  I was paralyzed, paralyzed to the bone with fright. 

I should've run to Agnese, called to my friends to all pack their things and then with all due haste, gallop to the bridge leading to the mountains as fast as our mounts could carry us. 

But all I could do was stand there, my legs gripped by terror, my fingers twitching as my mouth hung open, unable to close as if something cold and parasitic was working into my jaw muscles, stalling them into submission.

I became conscious of my lack of movement a few seconds in, attempting to wrench myself away from the door, to will myself to move, but in that short second all I managed to do was stagger back slightly.

'Move!' A voice screamed in my head, it was weird how my inner voice had even turned female. 'Move you idiot! Move!'

I ripped myself away from looking at the door with all my mental strength, turning and preparing to run, right before I ran right into the last person I ever expected to run into anywhere. 

They Mayor Of Dullsberry. The guy who had sold me into Slavery before. 

The worst part was that he was shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist. What the hell was a freak like him doing in the Girl's Section of the spa!?

His big hairy belly and multiple chins wobbled and I resisted the temptation to throw up from having my skin come into contact with his own sweaty smelly body.  I kept my face down, but I knew he had already gotten a full view of my face.

"Hmph! Well, what are you waiting for!?" snapped the Mayor. "Show me inside! Or are such a dullard that I need to ask your master to flog you for keeping me waiting!?"

"What?"

I looked up at the Mayor of Dullsberry hesitantly, he showed me no sign of recognition, or that he even remembered my voice. 

"You heard me!" The Mayor snapped. "I've journeyed this far, your master promised me some good female company in the baths! Or do you wish me to tell your employer that you neglected your duty over some hair curling!?"

The mayor spat in my face, tearing the curlers from my hair. "A demon should not wear the items of the superior people like a crown, such idiocy. Now show me in!!"

"O-of course!" I said trying to put on a sweet and attractive voice. "I don't know what I was thinking. You look so.. ugh.. ravishing today sir."

The mayor of Dullsberry smiled and blushed. "Yes yes. Now that is service."