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. Scales glittered over its skin, and in the light of the firepots the
kender saw its feet were clawed like those of a bird of prey. Slime
and oil fell from it, the droplets smoking when they struck the
stony floor.
The heads gazed down upon the Magus. Inhuman mouths
spoke, their rasping voices out of time with one another by a
fraction of a moment.
"Again," the voices said, "you call me from the Abyss to defile
my presence with your own. You summon my divine person to
fulfill your petty desires, and you tempt my everlasting wrath.
Sorely, I wish to have vengeance on this world for giving you
birth, you who toy with the Prince of Demons like a slave. I thirst
for your soul like a dying man for water."
"I did not summon you to hear your problems," responded the
Magus in a cracked, thin voice. "Bound you are to me, bound by
the circle. You shall hear me out."
With screams that made Tasslehoff jerk from the bars and
cover his ears, the thing's heads shot down at the Magus-and
were thrown back by unseen forces that sparked and flashed like
lightning. The thing's tentacles writhed and flailed the air like
titans' whips.
"AAAHIEEE!!! Wretch! To speak to me so! Ten thousand
times you are cursed should these bonds fade! Ten thousand times
will I break you in my coils, until your dark soul rots!" For several
minutes the demon roared out its rage. The Magus stood before it,
unmoved and silent
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