The Heavenly Host

Tizzy shrugged. “It’s bound to show up at some point. It always does.”

Arg-nargoloth shrugged as well. “Yeah. Well, as I recall, it was rather tricky to open.” Tizzy nodded.

Arg-nargoloth inhaled deeply, feeling the demon weed penetrating his lungs and nasal cavities. It felt so good to finally relax like this after four thousand years of misery.

In the dark room, Arg-nargoloth could just make out the white of Tizzy’s toothy grin lit by the embers in his pipe bowl, which nicely matched the burning red coals of the demon’s eyes.

The Demons of Astlan will continue in Apostles of Doom