The Hand That Mocked Them

(Aw thanks!)

Hieronymus studied him with a small smile. "Hm. Okay, you're probably right."

Kivvien nodded. He'd emptied the body of it's organs, save for the skin, which he now began to cut into strips.

"What is the skin for?" he asked.

"We are still testing its capabilities when dried into leather, but it can also be used to create antidote."

"Could it be armor?" he asked. "Is the skin tough enough?"

"It is, but it's particularly vulnerable to certain metals. Iron and silver will...melt it, in a sense. We haven't been able to test it against a live demon, so we cannot know if it will hold up to the strength and material of a demon."

"Ah, alright. Makes sense."

Kivvien returned his focus to harvesting the skin from the creature.

Hieronymus continued preparing jars.

Soon enough, all that was left of the creature was the bones, to which Kivvien re-applied the antidote-infused oil and wrapped them back in the tarp. He didn't have the time nor materials to grind them to dust, which could then be dissolved, or clean, degrease, and carve into weapons, so simply preserving them was his only option.

"And what do the bones do?" he asked, crouching beside Kivvien now.

"Well, in theory they can be used for weapons. Demons have been observed to be able to hurt each other, so it stands to reason that their bones would serve that function. Of course, I can't fully process them now, so they'll have to be preserved until I can."

"The skull would make a charming helmet," he chuckled.

Kivvien chuckled. "Perhaps we'll find a warrior willing to wear such brutish garb into battle."

Hieronymus grinned. "Oh, I hope so. That would be a sight to behold. It would have the demons running for cover."