Haze & Chaos - The Hunt Part 12
Previous | First | Next Master Post - Patreon “So who’s this asshole?” Dustin asked as he put his hands on his hips and scowled at the joke of a demon presented to him. It was grotesque with the head of a crow, and looked like it had been dead for centuries. It glared at him with murderous intent for that comment in a way that would have scared any mere mortal to death, but Dustin was not phased in the slightest. “Why can’t I get Rick Dirrt? Instead I get Satan’s sloppy seconds and some random-ass, no-name nephilim?” The Earl Profane scowled as the giant snarled at Dustin, but it was difficult to tell who his ire was actually directed at. “Mr. Dirrt died from his own stupidity–Ultinn failed to train a worthy successor, being arrogant enough to assume his old familiar would happily go along with whatever passed for intelligence in Rick’s pathetic excuse for a mind.” “Maybe I should quit while I’m ahead…” Dustin grunted in ...