Azarath looked awfully proud of himself after summoning the gate.
Because he knew just how dangerous it was. What he had just summoned was worse than a fiend, it was a portal to the dark dimension, the realm of demons.
It was a high grade spell among the undead, one that needed the [death] affinity to summon.
Since the invitation had been given, it was only natural that a demon would heed his call.
Out of the gate came a fiend the size of a building.
The demon was a horrid thing, possessing no skin, its veins and nerves were exposed for everyone to see.
Clearly, it had no sense of aesthetic flair, as it was beyond hideous.
Its eyes were yellow, with a crimson iris, and in its hand was a large, demonic hammer covered with thorns.
Skreeeee!
It let out a deafening howl, sound waves erupting from its mouth. All six eyes locked on Eliron.
A Hell Fiend.
