The large, nearly tilted multi-level complex building where the Sea Scribe restaurant was holed up entered Dasha's view. The stairs were clotted with people. Buildings like the Complex Demonic Red were both commercial, personal, and common. The very first level was filled with garages for carriages and tamed monsters and beasts. The smell alone of the garages and pens were vomit-inducing for foreigners.
The Complex Demonic Red was owned by a group of powerful demons who were said to be familiars of Alloces, a Duke Demon in Solomon's Lesser Key.
Dasha planned to kill them one day and take full control of the building. For now, he had to bend to their whims.
"Fourth floor and a fresh view of everything below. Excellent, is it not? This belonged to a gambler buuut he passed away last week."
This familiar was an imp, red in skin tone and redder with his grinning teeth. His feet never touched the floor, his tiny fat body floating about in zips.
"The price, please?"
