Ivan
I shouldn’t have been surprised, but they still caught me off guard. Why would humans just not stop spitting in their fires? I wondered. Every time one of them spits in fire, a bes demon is summoned on the ground. The smoke-looking creatures were all around us, their black eyes glowing and dark at the same time.
And they looked hungry.
“What do we do?” whispered Nevena. She didn’t even know what bes demons were probably, but she had enough wits about her to know that we couldn’t raise our voices.
“I don’t know,” said Katarina, also whispering. I could hear the terror in her voice, even though I couldn’t see her face. The dark woods around us became darker and thicker, as if we were in a tunnel filled with smoke, not under the open night sky. “Just don’t move and don’t talk.”
“What will happen…”