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...