whatever happened to good ol’ Eldritch horrors? Cosmic threats? lately, it had been demons, Hell, exorcisms, catholic confessional booths. “i’d say here we are again, but does it matter?” no. “well, Mr. Richardson, are we to duel with words or fists?” might as well get straight to the point with this one.
“an’ here i thought we’d have a nice chat, maybe even dinner, and some drinks.” as much as he was being sarcastic, the demon was being truthful at least. if that was what was necessary to keep or even get strange to be on decent terms with him? why not go the distance. it wasn’t like ky was really doing anything that important. “or, would you like to cut out all the pleasantries, and get to the part where you let me borrow a something.” a pause. “more specifically, a book.”
Hellfirebound 