It was like watching himself shift, only there was no sound as things changed and grew. He watched warily as demons replaced the people around him, pale and dark skin alike turning to shades of red, blue, and green. There wasn't much he could do about it. He was trapped as they were trapped.
The demons appreciated this about as much as he did.
"What's all that racket!" yelled the old fat jailkeeper, throwing open the door and stomping into the aisle. He stopped when he saw his inmates, his flesh jiggling to a standstill around him. The demons hissed, listening for only a moment before going back to pulling at their bars.
Ryan sat at the back of his cell, out of reach of the ones on either side. The keeper looked at him and he shrugged.
"What did you do?" The man was horrified, eyes bulging as metal began to bend.
Ryan arched on eyebrow. "I had nothing to do with this." Metal groaned from a cell across the way. "They'll be out, soon. You'll have to make a deal."
The demons went quiet, malevolent eyes turned their way. The man looked around nervously, licking his lips. "What sort of deal?"
Eyes turned to Ryan. He ignored them, watching only the keeper. "Agree to let them out. In return, make them promise not to kill you, nor harm you as long as you naturally live." A chorus of hisses and boos went up from the demons, dying quickly when the keeper shook his head.
"No."
Ryan arched both eyebrows. "No?"
"Who wants to live that long?"
