Sounds

The chaotic sounds from the previous day had been absent for some time now. There were two ways to interpret the silence: one was that the demons were content with the destruction they had caused; The other was that they were ready for more. Interpretations of silence were often wrong, so most of the time people were more comfortable hearing pain and suffering on the wind rather than nothing at all. Silence meant plotting, and the longer the silence, the more intricate the plot.

Kioki decided to pack up and help outside. Kio's wings had mended nicely. They weren't quite as strong as they used to be, but it was about time to put them to good use again.

As the pots and pans were being packed away, the last pot seemed to make a bigger clang than the other supplies. Kio stopped and listened intently. The noises inside the warehouse all seemed to be accounted for except for one extra sound scraping around the catwalks outside. Kio did not quite know what to feel. These days a stray sound could be anything: friend or foe, angel or demon, and not necessarily respectively.

Kio decided to wait half of an hour. If nothing happened the sound would be investigated. If the roof suddenly caved in, and a demon sweetly and ferociously erased the contents of the warehouse in a matter of seconds then that would have to be dealt with appropriately. Either way, zhe was ready.