I lifted my eyes for only a moment. His form was unspeakable. An insidious darkness, a void opened to reality. My body lost all its strength, I fell to the floor, loosing my bladder.
“Speak, slave.” The demon’s voice was sharp, metallic.
I strained to lift my head again, to behold the horrifying shape of Aziuth. My flesh wanted flee the utter awfulness of the moment. My voice failed me.
The demon made a deep, almost purring noise. Like a satisfied lion about to eviscerate his prey.
“O great Aziuth, dread prince of spoiled flesh and broken slaves. Favor me now.… Read the rest