At the sound of the imp’sughter the demonic hoard suddenly stopped in their tracks, clearly they were not ustomed to being found quite so amusing. Leading the pack was Deckler who looked over himself and his gang to see what was quite so funny. The confused expression on the oversized brute’s face made Pugwardugh all the harder.


    “What are you waiting for idiot, kill them!” Eluria’s screeching voice called out as she squeezed between Deckler and the demon beside him to see what all themotion was about. Seeing theughing imp she did a double take before rationalising theughter to herself. “It is obviously mentally ill.”


    Pugward was desperately grasping onto his sides as if theughing had begun to physically hurt him.


    Malika looked down at her only hope for freedom and couldn’t help but feel concerned.


    “Pugward?” She called his name tentatively.


    “Sorry.” Hisughter died down to a series of uncontroble giggles. “It’s just… well look at them!” Pointing his small wed hand at the great hulking monsters the sorceresses had summoned he broke down into another giggling fit. Finally he got to his feet and walked to stand between them and Malika, barely suppressing hisughter.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.


    “What? What is it?” Seeing that Pugward was apparently not insane Eluria demanded to know what he found so funny about her champion.


    “C’mon, seriously? It’s like a fuckin’ Chippendales concert. We were wondering where all the meatheads were disappearing to from the darks realms and look, here they all are!” He shook his head, still chuckling and making hisrge bat-like ears flop about in the air.


    Deckler took about a minute to realise he was being insulted and then roared in a way that made therge room shake with his rage. Fire burst forth from his skin like a volcano exploding and therge mantle of ck horns that covered his head and shoulders was lowered before he charged toward them.


    The other demons followed suit. When Malika turned to look at Pugward for help she found him holding arge umbre and a smaller one for himself. He handed therger one to her and then opened his own to lift it over his head. She had never seen an umbre before but rapidly copied his actions in the hope it would cast some kind of protective shield over them in the face of the oing charge. Therge rainbow coloured canopy opened above her head. She saw that Pugward’s was bright orange with yellow polka dots. This did nothing to reassure her.


    When the umbre’s seemingly did nothing Malika shut her eyes tightly and braced herself to be torn limb from limb. Then she heard a familiar click of the small imp’s wed fingers and heard several loud bangs filling the room. When she opened her eyes what she saw once again made her jaw fall open in shock.


    The demons staggered and fell one by one clutching their heads, their faces contorted in expressions of agony as their skulls slowly expanded. One by one their heads exploded sending jets of gristle and gore up into the air. The final one to fall was Deckler, his massive hands trying desperately to hold his head together by force before it popped like an unsightly boil and his body slumped to the ground. Needless to say they were all very, very dead.


    Each sorceress looked on with a simr facial expression to Malika’s as one by one their demonic thralls fell. Shortly after each of the infernal creatures met their end their mistress soon fell unconscious to the ground often with a disturbing thud. The umbre Malika was holding so tightly that her hand had gone white offered her protection against the downpour of brains, bits of skull and flesh that were now busy falling about the floor.


    “And that, kids, is why steroids are bad.” Pugward stretched out his hand from beneath his umbre to check it had stopped ‘raining’ before pulling it closed and throwing it away.