Caera shrugged. "No one knows, David. At least not down here. Maybe the angels know more, but down here, all we have are old runes that most demons don't even know how to read anymore. Very old forms of Estian, and some runes I don't even recognize."

"Estian, the language we're all speaking right now."

Doaka clicked once.

"Sorry. Except Daoka." He smiled back at the satyr, and she returned it.

"Yes," Caera said. "Everyone understands it, but like surface languages it has a nasty habit of evolving over centuries."

"Problematic."

The tiger demon grinned up at him. "Very."

He returned the grin. She liked the way he talked. He...