Signal Fires

The arch-demon Agjax, perched expectantly upon his throne of bone deep within the bowels of the earth, clucked his forked tongue vexedly. He had known that the man-child was coming, it was the only next logical step in the mortal’s blazing trail through the demonic warlords and thanes of the underworld. Admittedly, he had looked forward to the man’s arrival, to his chance to end the destruction and all the future opportunities for gloating it would allow him in the unholy courts. Agjax’s vexation was directed at the entrance to his small cavern, from which came the sounds of quite a tussle. He secretly hoped the extra imps and warriors he had placed before the giant double doors weren’t up to the challenge. He had never met this particular man-child in...