Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
The demon was in a strange mood. The sand almost reached him, and then it evaporated in a hiss. The temperatures required to evaporate rock are almost beyond comprehension. The sand around his seat and feet also turned molten. He smiled a demon’s smile and the sand returned to its previous state. It dropped in front of him and relaxed into grains again. Even the scent was gone. This show if power was pointless. He didn’t know why he did it.
A moment later he said, “What happened to the ghost?”