Aezophyl walked into the bar, barely noticing everyone’s rather panicked looks out the window at the skeleton. Sitting down at a table, he had a perfect view of what was going outside.

[i]That does look like fun.[/i] The skeleton was stumbling around, people were panicking,  and a little while later someone gave it a good stab in the head. [i]That’s one.[/i]

The waitress came over, looking like the only calm person in the place. Aezophyl pointed at the fireplace behind him. “[color=red]That’s a very nice fireplace you have there.[/color]”

“Well, thank ye, but do ye know what all… [i]that[/i] was out there?” She pointed out the window.

Aezophyl chuckled. “[color=red]Just a warmup… just a warmup. This whole place is made of wood?[/color]”

“Mostly?...”

“[color=red]Ah, good.[/color]”

With that in mind, the fireplace began to grow a little bigger… but didn’t stop growing. Instead, it burst out of the fireplace, sending flames in almost every direction. As everyone started panicking, Aezophyl walked over to the bar and picked up a drink. “[color=red]Sorry friends, just how it has to be. Well, not sorry, but you know…[/color]” He took a drink as [url=http://orig07.deviantart.net/b144/f/2007/327/4/0/anima__fire_demon_by_wen_m.jpg]small, flaming demon creatures resembling mini skeletons[/url] started crawling out of the fireplace, sending flames up in all directions of the bar and attacking people in it at random. Finishing the drink, he did remember one little detail.

“[color=red]Sorry Zargon. Can’t wait that long.[/color]”

He overrode the spell, rising in his true form (which was about a foot taller than the average person), raising an uncloaked demon-forged sword. He turned around and kicked out the flaming door as the bar began to fully rise in flames at a greater rate than fire should possibly go.

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Zargon was annoyed when he saw Aezophyl in effect lose control and give in to his chaotic side. [i]I don’t want to have to dig your ass out of the abyss…[/i] He considered joining in, then realized that the ultimate power he had was secrecy. Demons and angels would know him on the spot - he was a ‘popular’ figure in Hell - but none knew that he was involved. Some may make an assumed connection that couldn’t be backed up.

Sighing, which in his chamber would sound more like a small windstorm, he turned his attention to a spell he was working on. It was a portal to the Forbidden Realms; a big one, covering the entire wall, which was completely inscribed in elaborate runes that he had to blank out a few times due to slight errors. It was a spell where success depended on complete accuracy and perfection; the place the spell would link to entirely depended on it. A small flaw could set him aside… he guessed at least five dimensions. It had to be one way, [i]output[/i], lest he be pulled in and spat out. Although he had great respect for the magic he was created through, he had no wish to join it anytime soon.

It was time for a test run.

Powering the primary rune with a physical manifestation of a hand, he started up the portal. It filled his chamber with noise, noise of all sorts that he had heard and never heard. It spewed out a mixture of lab equipment, rocks, and a single human cannonballing into the other side of the chamber, which Zargon’s essence barely vacated in time.


[i]No, not a human…[/i] If anything, it was… demonic. However, he didn’t detect something that was integral to all beings… a soul. [i]I brought in a demon without a soul?[/i]

[i]An experimental being?[/i]

Tentatively, Zagon combined his essence into a human form; the friendliest that he could come up with, although it would probably still be off putting to humans.

The new… entity got up and looked around. The chamber was a bit of a mess; it was one of the few times Zargon didn’t fill it up with his spiritual mass. The portal had shut down, and half the runes were burnt out. The walls, floor, and the ceiling had a few missing blocks, being a bit unstable after the type of energy that had filled the sub-dimension. The place in the world that it was located, a mountain covered in snow, had a large circular spot of no snow whatsoever; just burnt rock.

The newcomer chuckled. “[color=blue]I suppose the portal did bring me somewhere after all…[/color]”

Zargon looked at him. “[color=darkred]Indeed. It did. I have many questions for you, and I am sure you have many for me. I have some time…[/color]”

Behind his back he sent a mental signal to shut down his scrying orb.