Chapter 22: Idiot

Looking back on it, Detrick wished they had put some more thought into what they were doing. Wearing wet clothes was awful in his experience. But he managed to pull the pants on, and Cecilia pulled the shirt on too.

He found the sword in the grass where he had dropped it. The fire in the red stone had died away.

Not far from the blade, crouched the demon. Seemingly recovered from their ordeal, it stared at him as usual.

Detrick reached down hesitantly, and took hold of the sword once again with his gauntleted hand. There was no pain this time, or any sort of soundless boom.

But the red stone did come alight while he held it, and the dark flames crept back up the length of the steel. The flames tickled the edge of the blade lightly, but he could clearly see them even in the morning light.

Otherwise, Detrick didn’t feel any different. He looked up at the demon. It stared at him. Whatever the blade was intended to do, it certainly wasn’t obvious to…”

“Boo!”