At Your Service

It leaves the summoning circle, humanoid and headless. All spindly limbs and a buttocks where a torso should be.

The demonologist turns away, her face repulsed. “Are you the infernal trickster?”

“I am,” it bows. “Jack Ass, Prince of Fools, at your service.”


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