Re: [Janus/Atticus]
The lake hesitated in its path over the black pebbles and grainy pale sand when the demon stepped out of nothing onto the beach. The cold water hissed and broiled around his feet, his clothing the kind of workout casual found in college closets ten years ago. The running shoes were still heated with tracked hellfire that made the soles soft and the demon paused to orient himself below the big house on the island. He knew Atticus was here, and his purpose was simply to see him. He didn't go much farther than that; he had too much else to think of. "Atticus." The man's eyes were not as dark as they should be, faintly aglow in the blackening evening.