She took a deep breath, savoring the sweet air of the mortal realm. Her eyes closed, she lived in that sensation, the simple rise and fall of her chest.

"What have you done!" a man shouted to her left, bringing her out of that moment.

She stood indoors. A basement, if she was to guess from the lack of air flow and the slight mustiness of the place's aura. The floor and walls were unfurnished cement, the roof spackled. Most of the furniture was covered in sheets, all covered in a thick layer of dust. At her feet, a circle had been drawn in chalk, a square inscribed inside that. Something bloody had been left in a bowl in front of her. An offering for her, she supposed. Mortals always seemed to think demons wanted blood or souls or something. She shook her head, she, at least, would have come without that distasteful thing.

"What have you done!" the man demanded again. His voice hovered between panicked and furious.

"I took what was offered," she replied with a shrug.

Although she had answered, his...