It is, all things considered, a very nice drawing room. Portraits adorn the walls and the heavy drapes are open to let starlight from the moonless night through. There's a table far too small for the large room with a pot of tea, a set of tea cups and an arrangement of cookies and fruit. Two oaken doors are firmly closed to one side, and to the other a single door is slightly ajar, the sound of sobbing coming from past it. Every once in a while it's possible to hear a page being turned in the other room as well. The drawing room on its own is silent, save for the ticking of a grandfather clock and then, with no prelude, an exclamation.
"Many empowered could survive being swallowed by such a demon for at least a brief period of time, I expect. We tend to be very hardy."
"Dang. If I am swallowed by a lava demon don't bother, I'm not immune to extreme temperatures."
"Oh, I would have guessed that your ability to phase through objects would make you immune to physical harm as a general rule, is that not the case?"
A demon made out of metallic vegetation that could mutate living things into traps that incorporated a variety of poisons, most of them both painful and hallucinogenic in nature.
Especially spooky considering it can turn people into traps just like anything else alive.
"I believe there are instances of such traps being sprung years later mentioned in the records."
Lucette can skim through the book and summarize each demon.
A demon made of needles that extracted images from victims' minds and fashioned them into lesser monsters, which it released to fight against the empowered.
A demon which resulted in 32 empowered 'retiring' and the extermination of an unnamed town. No further details are recorded about that campaign, and there's a royal order to execute anyone found with any written records of what occurred.
And lastly, to round out the first volume, a demon with three humanoid bodies, one of stone, one of fire, and one of quick silver. They appeared separate and were initially assumed to be three different wild demons until it was discovered that each could transfer wounds to another (stone to fire, fire to quicksilver, and quicksilver to stone).
Haru has comments on all of these as they are read out to him whether they need the comments or not. He gets, very gradually, quieter, as they sit up holding hands.
Eventually: "I think I'm at a low enough backlash level that I could go to bed by myself without it being awful. It might make sense to sleep now and finish this up over breakfast."