Set

I close my eyes, taking in the dry desert air, and smile. Soon I'll be able to feel it with my own lungs. Demons walk around the cave, measuring out the base of the pyramid. A big part of my monument could have been built already if they had used a compass. The demons, however, were insistent on figuring out where the north point should be the old way – tracking the path of a star rising and setting. They ended up fucking up the process and had to use a compass anyways. A whole night wasted, but that's what I get for using demons, I guess. Humans may and be an ungrateful scum, but they can at least do maths.

Face of Horror approaches me. The name suits him, if you ask me. He bows.

"The pyramidion is ready, my lord."

I nod. "Perfect."

He bows again, stretching out his arm towards a red column a couple of meters away from the pyramid. By the time I reach it, two more demons are standing behind the column, a rope in their hands. Both the column and the rope are covered in binding spells.

I press my back to the column. The demons tie my hands behind it so tight, that the rope almost cuts through skin. Four more demons carry my pyramid's pyramidion – a solid triangle of silver. I concentrate on it and lunge forward.
When I open my eyes again, the body tied to the column is limp. His suit is covered in dust. He's lost his hat, too. His eyes are rolled all the way back. Let's give him some time, he'll come around. I think.

With nothing much left to do, I sit in front of him and wait. After half an hour, Amos Kane moves. He blinks heavily. When his eyes finally focus on me, he jumps back and his back hits the column.

"Hello, Amos." I smile, fangs out. "It's nice to finally have a real conversation face to face, isn't it?"

Amos looks around, his eyes widening at the site of all the demons.

"Oh, yes," I say, "Don't worry, they won't attack you. Yet."

"What do you want from me?"

I tilt my head. "You're my host, Amos."

He nods at the pyramidion behind me. "Not anymore."

''Oh, but I've never been a one host type of god. It restricts me, keeps me in one place. Plus, you're so fun. I like having fun."

Amos' eyes are fixed on me, but his attention is on something else. His left shoulder twitches and he hisses in pain as the magical rope sinks in his wrist.

"Amos, Amos, Amos," I shake my head in disapproval. "Did you really think it would be this easy?"

There is a fire in his eyes. A fire that I will either get to use or crush.

"Side with me." I tell him. "C'mon, look around! My plan is in motion! Once my birthday arrives, I will be unstoppable! Don't you want to be unstoppable? Amos," I put a hand on his shoulder. "We could rule the world together."

"You rule with violence and destruction. What a world would that be?"

"You hurt me, Amos, you really do. Look, I'm hurt." I call out to a nearby demon. "Do I look hurt?" The demons nods and I turn back to Amos. "I'm hurt. Is this what you think of me? I may be chaotic, kid, but I'm not all bad. I'm sure the two of us can think of an agreement."

He spits at my feet and hisses. "Never."

I sigh and press down on his shoulder. He drops to his knees. The rope around his hands cuts deeper, having detected movement. Blood drip-drops on the rock beneath us. I kneel, hand still on his shoulder.

"Let's play a game than." I whisper. "The mountain we're currently in is being slowly hollowed out. If you can find your way out in less than 30 minutes, I'll leave you alone. If not," I touch his forehead and he gags as a part of my consciousness slips in his mind again. "Better pray the odds are in your favor."