Like Royalty.

I watch as Jet and his girlfriend – or I think she’s his girlfriend – get off and disappear into a mini village thing. I smell blood spill almost the moment the doors close and I breathe out trying to calm myself. It’s too much. I look over at Gabby and Alex, eventually Konrad and they all have the same expression. We glance at each other warily and there’s a silent agreement that we all need to get off. So we do. And we feast on the mess the demons left behind like royalty would on a banquet of normal, human food.

The End

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