Hide.

“Fuck me, the door is more likely to stop me than them.” Part of you wants to hide, another part, the growing nagging sense of dread, is fairly certain you are doomed regardless. You find your way back easily and the spear is there, but it is broken, and the door is closed but the latch is obviously broken. “Oh this is such a bad idea.” Then again, maybe they won’t follow you into a broken door. Peeking through the crack, it seems empty inside, and you slip in. Searching the room, you do begin to think at least your ability to see magic still works as you begin to see a faint image of her feasting on the black orbs. Looking at the one you have you can't help but wonder what it would do to you. Would it bring your magic back? Or something else?

Shelving that idea, you turn your attention to the books on the wall. It takes some concentration but you pick out two that are magic. The first magic book seems to be a ritual spell in book form, kind of like a single use spell scroll, that uses the magic held in the book to cast. It instructs how to form the symbols needed using pages that when removed become the elements needed. When completed it will send out a wave of energy that will empower any demon in the area for 24 hours, neat, possibly valuable, but useless to you. The second seems to be a book of spells, sadly it is protected by a rune that if read or the book opened sends out a wave of **** killing anything nearby. Only if that is dealt with can the book be read, even then you have no idea if it is something you can use or not.

“Fuck.” You say quietly as you hear the door creak open behind you.

The creepy man and 9’ tall wolf headed demon walk in, the demon is dripping saliva in anticipation of his meal. “Meat.” He growls as he sees you.