Re: Island: Janus/Atticus
The demon did not let go. The grip was bone-cracking and completely without give, even as the smell of burning flesh got caught on the lake night breeze. Burning was a very unique kind of pain, a long hard constant that sunk down beyond the skin and lingered just where there was enough nerve endings to feel it. To burn was to howl. The pain did not go away. It started and never stopped.
Janus did not open his eyes, his body jerking as Atticus tried to separate them, ignoring anything the young man said or did in favor of the litany of vowels--that was not easy to remember, by the way. Some ex-angels that will remain nameless can just wave their fingers around and break the world, but demons like Janus had to get fancy.