“My child…,” the man smiled, “…don’t disappoint me I have to get back soon… Bambos needs to be fed.”
“Are you talking about an angel?” Jeremy asked.
“Ah, you seem to know what I am talking about, don’t you?” the man was pleased.
Jeremy coughed, “Who are you?”
“Does it matter? Give me what I need and I’ll be on my way off.”
“You aren’t going to get what you want if you are talking about the same person.” Jeremy ascertained.
“Hmm…,” the man’s half face wrinkled into many creases. “…how about summoning my dear Bambos here for his meal?” the man’s sadistic face lit up in joy.
“How about feeding you useless and weak mortals to him? Huh, tell me Jeremy… would you like your flesh ripped between my child’s fangs and your bones crushed against his hard teeth?” The man’s voice grew harsher an
