The demonic guard leaned in toward the tunnel entrance, his horns nearly scraping the ceiling.
“Be warned,” it growled at Gwen. “Here we dispense with all artifice and pretension. There is only the truth. The Lord will speak to you only by your True Name. Stronger souls than yours have fallen to weeping or gone mad at the sound.”
“I’ve made it this far,” Gwen said, holding her head up.
“So be it.” The demon straightened and lifted its voice to announce her presence, the sound echoing in the vast audience chamber: “Gwen Gwen bo Ben banana fanna fo Fen...”