From the author: A little festive short about demons and Christmas weather. Happy holidays to my subscribers, thank you so much for your support.
“What do you mean you can’t summon the Legion?” Belial said, turning to look at the stout demon before him. “You’re their commander, they are bound to your will.”
“Well, yes, of course, my liege,” Marius said, hooves shuffling side to side under the weight of his prince’s stare. “However, there have been some odd developments. They spend their time distracted by new delights.” How could he explain the idiocy of the troops to his leader, seated in the depths of the flames and contemplating the...