Chapter II
The demon's laugh filled the room, and he grabbed his belly to try and stop his gut from exploding. Indeed, he was very amused. "You expect me to go to Earth? Why would I go to that hellhole?" he asked the cloaked figure before him.
The cloaked man sneered. "As a Duke of Hell, you have to obey my commands. I've convinced the Master to give you a large plot of land, a castle - A wife! It wouldn't kill you to get off your stupid ass and repay me! Well, the Master, to be correct."
"The Master this, the Master that. When has he done anything for us Az? When?" the demon asked, as he got up from his throne. He stumbled over to 'Az' in a drunken way, and wrapped his arm around the demon's neck and pulled him close. "We're the kings of the new Hell - the Kingdom of Glory! We can do what we want and when we want!"
Az pushed the large demon away. "You speak heresy. I know damn well that the Master will return to bring Death, and we have to do our part in order to win the Coming War!" The big demon sighed. "Alright, alright. Now, what would you have me, the Great and Powerful Lord Lazrian, do to help the Master?"
Az handed a photo to Laz. "It's called Dwarfen High. There's a little problem there that needs to be addressed." Laz looked confused - which wasn't a very rare sight - and Az sighed. "There is a creature there that I want dead," he explained. Laz nodded. "And this person is...?"
"An ancient sorcerer. But you can't kill him like you would kill a normal human. You'd need something ancient and powerful," Az said, as he reached into his robes and pulled out a black book. Laz stared at it. "Is that-"
"Sh! Don't tell anyone that you have this. Master wouldn't like it. Not one bit. Now take it, and let me explain the rest."
