The demon guard asked him to wait, then entered the lounge without giving him a moment to peek through the doorway.
Adam tried to listen, but no sound filtered from the thick walls, so he tapped his foot on the red carpet and observed the corridor's statues.
Demon busts carved from basalt gazed back at him; tentacles, fangs, and hideous eyes covered their surfaces. On the pedestal, rectangular brass sheets carved in demonic symbols recounted a story, or perhaps the name of who these demons had been.
He shrugged, almost chuckling. "Who would've thought I'd end up illiterate one day? Well, not that I had time to learn any language with... everything."
As his last words echoed in the empty corridor, the door creaked open, revealing the grinning demon.
