They've redecorated.

Your return to the office is a small joyous occasion, at least for your colleagues. Without her punching bag, Virginia's been taking it out on everybody, and now that you're back, she's firing on all cylinders, barrelling down at you with a vengeance. And if you're being honest, getting your ear chewed off by her is at least familiar. Whistling at the small mountain of paperwork that's on your desk, you roll your shoulders and dive right in, the monotony of routine somehow comforting. It takes you all day to find and sort out the most urgent tasks, but at least you've made a dent in something you understand.

But, when you open your front door, you have to pause and check if you've arrived at the wrong place. Nope. That's your door alright. And right next door is Melissa's. Steeling yourself, you enter the now long and lavish hallway. A couple of small demons pop out of the walls and grab at your jacket and bag, chattering and gnashing their teeth at you when you resist. "I would let them take it Sir," a deep grating voice says, sounding like rocks grinding together. It seems appropriate when you see who was speaking.

Stomping towards you, is a short and stumpy collection of various sized boulders, plastered together in a roughly humanoid form, wearing a butler style uniform, complete with bow-tie. It bows at the waist to you before addressing you with coals for eyes. "Welcome home, Sir. My name is Grimmsby. The Mistress has summoned me to serve as your Personal Attendant. Please allow the servants to take your things. The Mistress and Lady Mara await your presence for tea in the library." You gawk at the rocky demon, and one demon manages to rip your bag out of your hands, while another holds it's hands out to you, patiently awaiting for you to surrender your jacket. Given that it comes up to your knee, you more or less just dump your jacket on it and it marches away, bumping blindly into the walls, to the snickers of the other demons. Following behind the pile of walking rocks, you take in what has happened to your home.

It is almost unrecognizable. Most of your stuff is still there, but almost everything else has been taken over by chic Demonique. Solid stonework instead of plaster walls, blackened or burnt wood furnishings, grotesque and garish stuffed creatures in menacing poses tucked into corners, all leading up to a gigantic painting of Selas' mother, hanging under their family crest. Those cold, cold eyes of hers pierce right through you and freezes you in place. "Come along Sir, it is unwise to keep the Mistress waiting," Grimmsby grunts, coming around behind to push you forwards. The strength he has in his stubby little arms is incredible and you feel like if you were to try and push him over with a bulldozer, that you would lose every time. It also suddenly dawns on you, that you don't have a library.

You didn't. But taking you through corridors that didn't exist before, past doors that also didn't exist before, Grimmsby leads you into the biggest room you've ever seen. The walls seem impossibly high and stretch impossibly far, littered with shelf upon shelf upon shelf of books, scrolls, display pieces, and documents. Winged demons and floating lights flicker in the air, diving in and out of rows, carrying little sacks around. Leading you through the maze of shelves, Grimmsby takes you to the center of the room, where Selas and Mara are chatting in a circular clearing.