The scent of burning sulphur lingered in the air. The concrete foundation of the house, shattered to rubble, was strewn about the terrible gate, still smoldering with eldritch flames.
“I am Abradox, the Seven-Mawed Seeker, Lord of the Boiling Reaches and Keeper of the Three-and-One Keys of True Suffering!” The demon flexed his wings and breathed a streamer of fire to punctuate his words. “What fool dares to stand before me?”
His audience removed her thumb from her mouth. “My name’s Jenny.”
Abradox peered at the ground between his clawed feet.
“Are you a dinosaur?” asked Jenny. “Mikey likes dinosaurs.”
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