a distant realm, vowing not
the legendary artifact, eluded to
in the Demonomicon of Iggwilv
the cruel invaders threatening to
plant the Abyss with daisies.
poached in boiling chaos water
and steeped in monkey froth.
Orcus gnashed his teeth, cursing
his incompetent underlings' failure to
foresee this herbally insipid threat
"That goddess and her idiot lover...
two souls for their interference!"
stalactite melting potency. It was
also how akilith demons were
summoned, beckoned to his audience
his post-alimentary fumings of
half-digested abyssal cheese. Such snacks
fiendish dire cows of death
"Oh, summon wretches... there are
those who need steel stabbed
into their soft bellies! Go
forth with knives for havoc,
bury your steely blades in
then return here with their
charge, for which you shall
be richly rewarded!" Gibbering excitedly,
the throng of copiously fanged
and taloned otherworldly abominations gathered
command, leaving only the disgruntled
the overexcited demons' mess. Snickering,
Orcus looked upon the departing
bounty hunters with high hopes
that demigod and faery prince
would meet with swift, messy
deaths, and swift resurrections as
flumphs and various other abberations
as Orcus' mad whimsy commands.
However, the artifact-hunting prince
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