“Kossuth!”
“Kossuth!The shadow spilled over the line of the wall, ran along the floor, reared itself up and disengaged itself from its burning roots in the far underground.
The red glow of Hell faded to a dim luminescence.
The shadow became a darker shadow, a breathing, squirming shadow.
“O Kossuth!”
“O Kossuth!It glowed blackly, writhed and made noises. It became compact, folded in upon itself, solidified itself and collapsed heavily to the floor.
“O Kossuth!”
“O Kossuth!The shadow lay there, breathing and writhing, black sparks jumping from it and burning inside its mass.
One of the acolytes stepped forward, stepped into the shadow, and disappeared unscreaming.
Now the shadow busied itself digesting a thing its own size. It sucked all light into it and glowed darkly. It sent out
