Don't disrespect a demon

"No, no, this is all wrong!" Sandrath said. "How could YOU stop an army of Clerics and Paladins!"

The demon lost his smile for a moment, a slight glimpse of rage on his face. Then his smile returned.

"Perhaps a demonstration of my power is in order?" He asked. Then, without waiting for a response he waved his hand.

Sandrath screamed in shock as the room was enveloped in fire. Nothing was visible except flame. On the roof, the walls, even the floor under her ignited in flame. IN the flames were shadowy shapes. Demonic figures lunged out towards her. Sandrath screamed, hid her face as she cowered in terror...

Then, as quickly as it had occurred, the flames vanished. Sandrath was cowering in terror on the floor. Kargath stood grinning at her.

Feeling foolish, yet shaken as well, Sandrath rose slowly. She blushed at her fearful display. She was a great dark mage, she shouldn't be cowering like a frightened child! Especially before a demon, who were known for feeding on fear.

"Well... yes, I see you are quite powerful." Sandrath admitted. "Will you help me defeat the army that approaches? Will you lend me your power?"

"If you're any sort of mage, you know how these things work." Kargath explained. "I will not help you for free. I require a boon, an exchange for my services..."

"What sort of exchange?" Sandrath asked.