magic-of-certainty has met a demon. Again.
Death and the torture of others were always the main staples of the demon's diet of indulgent entertainment. But there always the times which Maxwell had always hoped others would also be able to watch. But not survivors. Survivors are too foolish to consider this entertainment anything else but... barbaric. And probably try to stop it.
No, the demon had someone else in mind. Someone who would be more... appreciative of the skills that Maxwell had accumulated over the eons.
"Well hello there, Lady Lambdadelta! I hope you don't mind me... popping in unannounced..."
And what better company could there be than a witch? Especially a witch who could appreciate such things?












