Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
Janus smiled, eyes creasing. "Only me and you."
"Alright, here we go. Think about the library place." Janus closed his eyes, settled his butt a little deeper in the sand, and pressed his hands harder around Atticus' until the grip became vice-like. The demon's shoulders set and his body went very still as he reached back into an ugly place where power came from suffering.
He held the grip so Atticus could not pull away. The deal was made. Their hands started to grow hot. First it was just a little uncomfortable, like maybe Janus had just taken his hands off a steaming mug, but then it became painful, and finally began to sear. Janus hands were cracking black and red like the snapping wood in the fire, and he was muttering something in Infernal under his breath.