Ch. 3: Power Equals Corruption The cart had pulled up in front of a large, stately town house. Though it was clearly the grandest building in the city, by far, a dark chill seemed to be seeping from underneath the burnished bronze doors of the mansion. Gillian shivered as the iron gates in front of the house swung forward to allow them entrance. The cart trundled inside, the guards keeping vigil on either side of the gate shot dirty looks at all of them. Gillian sighed. He could see it for himself quite clearly, despite the fact that no one else was able to. The dark aura was emanating from these two gentlemen. On each of the twelve alternate planes of reality they had the same appearance of vicious half-eagle, half-man. Eyes glowing red, nostrils on their beaks flaring. They were daemons of the lowest order, but the power that they were emanating was still quite intimidating.Ch. 3: Power Equals Corruption by saberman22
Daemons in High PlacesChapter 2: Daemons in High PlacesDaemons in High Places by saberman22
The office was small, windowless, and smelled of a mixture of mold, cigar smoke, and rotting cabbages. The tiny room contained only a solitary desk and chair, as well as what seemed to be several dozen filing cabinets that were filled to bursting with various sundry documents.These reached ceiling., where a single oil lamp hung. The captain, having regained some of his composure after the incident at the barricades, was seated in the single chair. Gillian Martin stood in front of the desk, a slight smirk on his face, his hand resting on the silver rapier hanging at his side. Then his smiled widened and he sat down suddenly on the floor. He crossed his legs, folded his hands in his lap, and proceeded to rise into midair, hovering like a genie that had just been released from its lamp. Gillian Martin floated in midair whilst twiddling his thumbs.
The captain gasped suddenly at this sudden show of power, but