“Isss there sssome tassk that needsss to be ssseen to?”
“Indeed there is,” the succubus smiled down at him. . XXX One of the formations reminded him of an orangish spider, another looked like a great eye, and, in a third, the tenebrosus actually imagined he could “see” the ghostly image of the horned, dog-like face of a glabrezu (a demon of moderate power), its mouth open in what appeared to be a laugh, in the center of the nebula. she wondered, How many on the night side are actually trying to sleep, never knowing when the end will come. The demoness sighed as she let the fantasy slip away like so much sand through her fingers and refocused her attention on the ever-so-slowly diminishing celestial body before her. . “NOW!” she yelled at Gorflkk, as the colored fury swallowed the splintered world—and them. The demoness’s hairy mons was only just covered by a small triangular leather patch—complete with a matching tusk—and secured to her barb-covered tail armor.
