I am at a crossroads. Currently writing a scene where we are following two demons as they become involved in a dramatic situation. So far I have used "demon speak" for their dialogue and have used narrative to show what is going on. In the beginning, it works well and adds some interesting mood to the scene. Now, however, I have come to a point where the dialogue is relevant and can not be implied by the narrative. How do I make the transition between the language barrier for the reader without suddenly switching from the demon speak into English? I have been thinking hard on this and nothing seems right so far. If I just simply switch to English suddenly it takes away from the mood that has been formed already. If I omit the demon speak from the start I lose part of what I am trying to create here. This is what I have: The Naraka, The Slag Pits [The idea for] a huge area that was once a battlefield for the angels and demons. The angels used light where the demons used darkness to fight one another. The forces involved collided against each other creating great fissures and cracks in the natural rock; the landscape was forever changed. Steam pockets pressed upward from deep below causing random eruptions as the weakened and brittle surface crust gave way. Enormous sections collapsed leaving behind craters full of magma. Over time the magma cooled somewhat and formed new crust with smaller pockets and pools that allowed the pressure to release itself through natural vents. The area became known as Hrl Ibmv Wnhi (translated: The Slag Pits). It was at this point that a young Demon Prince, who went by the name Katabohamon, was forging his rise to power... The mephits slowly circled their prey. It had wandered into the pools and was now shrieking pitifully as the steam and gasses slowly and agonizingly melted what was left of the decayed flesh from its bones. Hopping on one leg it tried to find solid footing in hopes of freeing itself. The mephits swarmed, each of them striking at the dying thing. They knocked it off balance and went into a frenzy as it fell face first into the acidic mire. It thrashed violently as the screams turned into gurgles. The mephits ripped and tore at its backside shredding flesh and sinew until there was nothing left. They feasted. A short distance away there was a loud splash as a greater demon landed and began running across the scorched rock. It was casting dark bolts into the sky. Above, two Valkyries dodged the bolts and continued tracking the demon. A second demon landed with a crash, smashing what was left of the corpse and several unfortunate mephits who were not quick enough. The Valkyries screeched as they locked in on the first demon, streaking toward it. Katabohamon snarled, squinting his eyes... the mist was thick here and the sky was dark. He could not pinpoint the Valkyries with any accuracy but their incessant screeching would be their undoing as a delicious idea occurred to him. The Demon Prince shot toward the largest cluster of pools he could see. The rock here had been turned to glass and was fragile. The slightest vibration causing new cracks to appear across the unstable surface as pressure was released from below. Looking back he signaled to Ahbaxas. “Bpgl hrla njhe hrl weebi,” Katabohamon said. Ahbaxas grinned. “Iejns mwli,” he said. The two demons began making a low almost inaudible moaning. The ground reacted to the vibration of the sounds the demons were producing. Tiny fragments and pebbles began to jitter and dance across the surface. The demons brought their resonance together holding the sub tones at precisely the right frequency. There were small tremors and faint rumbling from below. The Valkyries broke through the dark mist each of them wailing the high pitch shrill as they closed in for the kill. That was all that it took as the opposite end of the sound spectrum caused a reaction, the glass shattered. The ensuing eruption was huge. Both Valkyries were caught in the spray of shrapnel and hot gas as the ground exploded beneath them. The demons dove and scrambled behind the limited cover more worried about being drawn into the gaping maw as the ground fell away rather than the effect of the heat or the blast. “Gpj!” Ahbaxas shouted. Katabohamon was sliding backward as the ground continued to crack and crumble beneath him. The pit was growing rapidly. He latched onto the rock and glass, his talons breaking and snapping as he embedded them trying to find some stability to stop his descent. Ahbaxas had found refuge on a higher ledge, turning back, he saw Katabohamon straining. There was a dark moment as Ahbaxas considered leaving the prince behind. They looked into each others eyes. As his prince was slowly losing his grip, Ahbaxas made a choice. “Nh ni pjzeghpjmhl hrmh hrl Wmbcognli smal pwej pi nj hrl andih ez mbb hrmh ni esspggnjv ao Wgnjsl,” Ahbaxas said. Katabohamon was too proud to beg for help. Sorry for the lengthy post. The last sentence with dialogue is where I need to let the readers know what is now being said and I would love any ideas on a transition that is seamless as possible. Thanks all.