There is a small man with a paintbrush in his hand, kneeling on dry cracked ground beside a large round metal plate, painting the plate with coloured inks drawn somehow from glass spheres in the open case that lies on the ground beside him. Occasionally he checks his work against the book propped up beside the case.
"I didn't have any hugely specific plans in mind. But like, they can make people immortal, and they have not yet made everyone immortal, that seems like a place to start."
"Oh, speaking of which, given how immortal you already are this may never come up but in my world if you're a summoner when you're alive you're a daeva after you die."
"I wonder if there's anybody else here anywhere on the planet. I can check for recorded works but if they're not writing anything down that won't help. I can check directly for people but then I have basement dwellers to deal with."
"Demons can't make minds. If I try to make a person, I get a live body, but no mind. These are called basement dwellers because if one is going to have some one keeps them in the basement."
"That's fine, that makes sense. I wouldn't even be that upset if you had them around for the other thing, honestly, I'd be weirded out if I had to look at them but it's not actually bad, just, eegh."
"Yeah people being weirded out by having to look at them is why they go in the basement," nods Cam.
"Shall I go do this somewhere you won't have to look at resultant basement-dwellers? I didn't actually put in basements in either house."