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“Demon.”
“Which demon?”
“He lives under the station.”
“He… what? Like in the basement?”
“Under the ground.”
“The… like in hell?”
“Dunno. But they’re all here to marry it.”
“The demon under the station.”
“Yep.”
“Well, did you try to get them to, I don’t know, marry him from outside the building?”
“Said he can’t hear them outside. Didn’t wanna get in the way if this was some ritual or something.”
I was thinking the exact same thing.
Besides, how long could a wedding take? Even a group one?
“We give ourselves to you!” they chanted as they turned in a circle. Facing us, they added, “Master!” They threw back their heads. Then they shrugged off their robes.
And, yep. Yeah. There was definitely nothing on under there.
My own head tried to go to the ceiling, but I worried the demon might think that was me also agreeing to marry him, so I looked to my shoes instead.
It was right at that moment that Silas strode into the building.
“Evening.” He nodded toward me, then Grum (who was valiantly trying to shield his eyes with his little mass market paperback).
“Uh, hey,” I said.
“Everything alright?” he asked, heading toward the hall.
Yes.
The hall.
Away from all the mass nudity.
“Just trying to find somewhere less, um, boob-heavy to look.”
“What?”
“The naked women in the waiting room.”
“I hadn’t noticed.”
“You hadn’t noticed the half a dozen stark naked women standing there pledging themselves to the demon below our feet?”
“Missed it.”
“How?”
