Through the middle.

Over sounds to risky, under sounds like certain ****. You consider trying to go around but the size makes that seem stupid. Thinking over your options, you travel along the length, adopting a new form, one with little changes you just grow nice powerful bat wings but other than that you are your new pretty sexy little self, though you still can’t shake the feeling that you aren’t exactly the same sexy self as the demon made you. Eventually you spot something that seems possibly promising, some sort of gated area that seems heavily guarded by big scary creatures in armor, yes, but it looks like a border crossing, with roped off lines, check points, guard towers and everything you would expect to see. Well other than people trying to get across, you appear to be the only one.

“Fuck it.” The gem says this is a way, you head in. Getting closer you see another curiosity, a store. The sign, while not written in any language you have ever seen, reads, “Last chance duty free shop, demonic items welcome.” “Huh?” You say as you quickly decide that is clearly the first place to start. Walking in you drop the wings and as you see the person working behind the counter you suddenly have the realization that you are naked, and get rather embarrassed. He just looks so normal. 6’ or so tall, maybe 200lbs, with neat cut brown hair, a light tan, handsome if not a bit boyish looks, kind of giving off a yuppie vibe. He is dressed in dark khakis, black tennis shoes, and a button up light blue shirt. The store, oddly enough, is a well lit example of just about every gas station quick shop you have ever seen, candy, drinks, what looks like pain medication, a doughnut rack, and some “I was in Carceri and all I got was this lousy mug” type tourist trap items. It is all rather odd.

He flashes you a welcoming smile as you walk in, “Hello, welcome to Carceri.”

“Thanks. Got any clothing?” You ask, hands trying a bit to cover your naughty bits.

“Sure, got any money?” He asks. His seeming indifference to your nudity is a bit calming, and you walk up, giving up trying to cover yourself, his eyes, you notice, never really wander. Clearly he could care less about you.

“No, but I do have these, they are valuable, right?” You set the three orbs on the counter.

He looks them over with some kind of monocle he holds up to his eye. “I suppose.” He says setting them down. “These are demonic in nature and banned from entry into Carceri, but I’ll buy them I suppose. How about, hmm, 300 gold credit for all three.”

“Credit, what do you even sell? All I see is junk and food.”

He smirks, “This stuff is for the tourists, we have literally everything you could want for sale here at the edge of the abyss, all you have to do is ask. We don’t show our stock, it frightens people.”

“I see.” You say flatly. “Okay, how much for a comfortable pair of, umm, orange sneakers, and lime green no show socks, 100% cotton of course.”

He reaches below the counter and pulls up the exact pair you had in your head as you asked, down to the white swoosh logo, and air cushion soles. “5 gold.”

“Matching lime green bikini.”

Again he pulls them out, although you are pretty sure you weren’t thinking of such a skimpy bikini, well maybe, “1 gold.”

You scratch your chin determined to ask for something he doesn’t have for some reason.