Overture Downs something wicked this way comes

She was a strange creature, near prostrate on the ground, and Aquillius felt sickened and empowered in equal strides. His stomach churned. His mind felt like a sea.

His legs had started shaking. He could feel the sour breath of the demon on his haunches. The spider’s hissing words. Aquillius sharply drew a breath, holding it in his lungs before releasing with a sharp hiss.

Teach?

What was there to teach?

Did the creature know the dark? Could they pull it away from him?

Teach what?