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prayed
on weak, smaller pray or dead creatures. Very rare did it venture
from its lair to hunt like it was doing now.
    Stood on four green scaly legs the Snagler had enormous flat
teeth, much like a herbivore, though clear it wanted to eat Azazel
as its purple tongue swished around its mouth. Breath so foul it
was amazing that Azazel was able to stand facing the beast. Covered
from head to toe in thick green scales and defensive spiked horns
it was relatively weak unless angered.
    Behind the monster was ruins of a small village, time had done
it no pleasantries as most of it was buried in a wide array of
coloured sand. To an untrained eye it would appear the destroyed
village was made from stone but was actually made from demon bones,
plucked from the very desert of Limbo. Stylish bone pillars were
left shattered throughout the village some collapsed through house
roofs. Azazel could smell adventure, only one problem. A humungous
problem.

    Pools of purple drool dropping to the sand in front of my feet
I looked up at the monster that stood between me and the village
before shouting across to elder Azazel.
    “ Hey knob-head! What the fuck is this thing? It looks like it
wants to eat me. Can I kill it? I really want to investigate those
ruins.”
    No sooner than I spoke the beast launched at me, trying to
gulp me down in one.
    It was slow, much slower than I was as I bounced back
defensively. With its hulking great mass of fat it was no wonder it
was slow but how was I meant to kill the thing? Maybe I could tame
it and ride it like a horse? Perhaps I should just slay the damn
thing seeing as it clearly wants to end my life.
    “ Who are you calling Knob-head you vulgar brat?” Shouted elder
Azazel as he appeared some distance behind me, arms crossed like he
was seriously pissed at me for using bad language.

    Can you believe the cheek of that damn elder Az? He wouldn’t
even let me reply to his damn question. Instead he continued to
mutter on regardless of what I had to say to the prick.
    “ This should prove a worthy test for you. A juvenile Snagler
and judging by the smell of its breath it too has a foul mouth.
Well it was bound to come eventually since I did smear your blood
in its nesting ground. Take care younger Azazel it transforms when
angry, you will not want to make it angry, not with your current
strength.
    Die in Limbo or in Hell and there is practically no way to
return. You will disperse into energy leaving a crystalized outline
of your soul behind. Basically a small coin that can be used as
currency in Hell, we call it ‘Ash’ money. Will save the explanation
about economics until later, Oh here comes a Rumbler.”
    Elder Azazel seemed delighted about the possible fact I may
die, maybe it was because I called him a knob-head. I only spoke
the truth.
    Clearly he was not going to offer any assistance, then again
it was my fight, like fuck I wanted him involved. This was my fun
to be had so he can just stand there on the sandy dune and observe
me kill this Snagler beast. He also mentioned that a Rumbler was on
its way yet I couldn’t see anything else within my sight. It wasn’t
exactly helping that I was dodging this Snagler as it constantly
launched attacks at me with its mouth.
    Once more my body had become wrapped in a thin veil of
electricity. Not as prominent as before. Unsure whether it was a
defence mechanism my new body had learnt for when I encountered
danger or an actual ability I could call forth and use. All I knew
was that with that blade elder Azazel nearly lopped my head off
with it seemed to make my body respond quicker, causing the weird
electricity to grow. Perhaps it was just my own imagination; I
wasn’t exactly the brightest bulb in the lighthouse, if you get my
drift.
    “ Hey elder Az can I borrow that switch sword of yours?” I asked
nicely so he couldn’t complain.
    “ Hmm… You should be learning to fight without weapons. Then
again you are heavily reliant on weapons and the