“You know you’re going to lose, don’t you.”

We all snapped alert, Chaz!

But not quite Chaz. A projection. Behind him in the image some of the most cursed, and dangerous demons, I’d ever fought.

“Do you understand what you’re doing?” I told him. “Condemning yourself to life worse than death?”

“What? These?” Chaz laughed. “They’re my pets, I keep them for fun.”

I looked at Pater, shook my head sadly. “He doesn’t know does he?”

“That the gate to the Demon’s world is permanently open?” Pater accurately guessed my question. “That they no longer need him to travel back and forth?”

“What? You’re lying!” Chaz sniped angrily. Around him the creatures were getting restless, angry and by the drool, very very hungry. “Don’t listen to him.” Chas told them. “He’s just trying to turn you against me.”

The image vanished. Popped like a balloon.

“That should keep him busy for a while,” Pater said.

“Yes,” I grinned. “All we have now is an elf problem.”