As the sun dipped behind the jagged peaks of the Demon Realm, casting the land in hues of purples and blacks, Seraphine, Ciara, and I set out for Ciara's last night of freedom. I could tell she was looking forward to letting loose, and Seraphine's mischievous grin told me she'd planned some chaotic surprises for the night.
"So, a demon bar," I said, glancing over at Seraphine as we made our way down a winding path to a popular spot she claimed had "the best drinks this side of the realms."
Ciara chuckled. "Just hope I don't get dragged onto any tables to dance."
"Oh, don't think you're safe from that," Seraphine said, giving her a wink. "Tonight, we're making sure you have a night to remember."
The bar loomed up ahead, a grand structure built into the mountainside, with walls of dark stone and glowing red lanterns casting an enticing light.
