Chapter Nine: A wise man once said

Their accommodation proved itself to be nothing in line with what Kilvic had expected. A dorm, or perhaps a hostel, would’ve been more than sufficient. Instead, he was led to a house.

The building was a dull blue, and judging by its height, it held no more than a two stories. The door stood firmly at its center so that from frame to end the walls on both sides were of equal length. The house had a porch with steps they climbed and Kilvic couldn’t draw himself from the bold Carague emblazoned on one side of the wall.

A carague erred on the side of the jaguar, but physique was as far as the semblance went. The demon easily stood twice the size of its earthly counterpart, and with a poisoned saliva, its preys never went far once tasted. It was a strong enough demon, but he’d always considered it one best used for hunting, because while its three eyes gave it a greater peripheral view, it was negated by its inability to focus on more than one point at a t