Asmodai's Vengeance

Asmodai howled in impotent rage.

The Slayer had bested him!

She and her pathetic friends had destroyed the Crystal of Agnathi, breaking his thrall over those that were to be the implements of his rise to power. The Slayer and her pet vampire had shattered it between them, and to add further insult the witches had cast him from the dimension!

Asmodai snarled at the images that swirled in the mist before him. They had defeated and insulted him and he would not stand for it. They believed themselves to be invincible, untouchable. The demon’s lips peeled back over his pointed, yellow teeth.

His power was greatly diminished in that realm but he had more than enough strength to strike back at those who had insulted him. He felt the black power swirling, coursing through him as his dark magic formed.

Yes, this would be the perfect . Poetic justice.

They dared to anger Asmodai the Lecherous, a greater demon of lust?

They would learn.

They will pay the price for their impudence.