Myzanthios added one last drop of human blood to his masterpiece. He stepped back to admire his work. A circle of bleached bones dominated the floor of his sanctum. Dozens of crimson runes filled it, painted in diabolical shapes across… Continue Reading
Nayah kept her demon in a briefcase, behind two inkwells and a biography on Salinger. It was bound to a napoleonic profile, writ in icy ink on the background of a greying garden filled with bells. Some corporate conjures kept their… Continue Reading
A dark form limned with flickering flame materialized at the far end of the conference table. Bexel, third lord of the Second Hell, unkinked his neck and nodded at Julani. The hell binder amulet hanging against Julani’s chest thrummed, and… Continue Reading