The perpetual blindness of the evening was only made worse by the cunning and clearly manipulative words of the demon before him. Or circling him, for Amaris still could not be sure where its voice came from. The darkness was a good labyrinth, and though his eyes narrowed in the feeble attempt to see better, it clearly did him little good.

I doubt you are the same as me, he all but scoffed into the shadows, twisting into a tighter circle once more as he searched. Me?! This time, his surprise and repulsion of the thought came out in a heightened yelp—how dare they?

I wouldn’t be trying to trick you, Demon, but a demon would try to trick me. His argument was far from sound, but still, he tried—a clearly poor attempt to outwit the demon around him.

But speaking to this thing would get him nowhere. And if it truly did linger out in those shadows around him, there was going to be only one way for Amaris to escape— through it.

The last demon he could recall lived within the physical body of someone it had entrapped. Was it the same for this one as well? If it was… then perhaps Amaris could take it down. Physically. Or so he hoped.

If you are not who I think you are, then tell me something only a non-demon would know? He asked as his paws began to press forward quietly. He would amble straight ahead and see where the voice came from; then, if all things went according to his plan, he would take the demon down with the element of surprise.

It was a foolproof plan, or so he thought.