The Bones of Doubt

A Study in the Demonic Digging Habits of Early StrigiformesStolas scratches at the dusty red dirt with his filthy talons. When his claw strikes a buried rock, he squawks, then pecks at it with his hooked beak. The sweltering Earthean sun beats relentlessly down on his feathered head. Still, it’s much cooler here than in hell.As he digs, the ground shakes behind him in powerful rhythmic steps. With a twist, he swivels his head to see the demon Aym climbing the mild incline toward him. Stolas steps in front of his project, blocking it with his wings. The last thing he needs is Aym stealing his idea.“What are you doing?” Aym’s feline head looks at Stolas, while the human head inspects the poorly hidden pile of bones. The reptilian head stares off at the clouds, but that head rarely pays attention to anything.“Nothing. A craft project.” Stolas scuffs dust behind him, trying to obscure the bones. It is ineffective, serving only to draw Aym’s infernal interest.“A craft project for…