Cliffhanger-y because the good guys didn’t prevail and didn’t really get a climax. I’m decreeing it done anyway. It’s for the sampler, which means by definition it’s not for purchase. I want it to ferment a while longer while I decide if it wants to be a novel or a novella when it grows up.
The demon contemplated the knives. They had been placed on a stump in the middle of the clearing by the surviving cultist. Her corpse would now be in the process of fertilizing the ground, but nothing lived in this part of the Devilwood. She was hardly alone, though; there had been many sacrifices and minions brought here in the last year, and Camio’s plans assumed there would be many more. And each corpse was as untouched as it was at its death; for nothing lived in this clearing. Not even rot.
Camio was not the sort of entity that had an internal monologue: the act of talking to yourself implies an ability for self-contemplation, and the demon had never seen the need. Why think about itself at all? Camio already knew it was perfect, in every way… except for how much power was its to command. By ‘now’ (whatever that means for a creature from Eternity) It defined itself by power, and its hunger for more.