Chapter Eight

It was almost time. Melloch could feel the energy crackling through his body. It was electric, igniting his insides, twisting and coiling inside him like a live wire. Soon he would be on the surface, terrorizing, slaughtering, devouring. He and his army would descend upon the earth like a plague.

Spread out before him, his army had already begun to prepare. He could feel their hot anticipation rising through the ranks, and he reveled in their thirst.

As he looked out over the realm, scorching heat rippled through the air and his demon army resembled a mirage, a deadly apparition he might have longed for had he not been their leader. But they were real, and they were preparing. Soon he would bring about hell on earth.