Below him, in a little clearing in the woods four days travel from the nearest settlement, six of the master’s thugs looked up, frowning, at their tiny master. The humans’ fear washed over the little demon and he reveled in it. For three days they’d waited for the rest of the humans to arrive with the master’s package. Even allowing for the general laziness of humans, the bandits should have arrived two days ago. After one last shriek at the universe Ick turned his attention to his servants. They were filthy, diseased creatures too stupid to be trusted with even simple tasks without his supervision. The absolute dregs of Lord’s Way, Ick smelled their sweat and the remains of their last meal rotting between their decaying teeth even from his perch far above them. Reaching into their minds Ick read their anxiety and a desire to collect the gold they’d been promised so they could spend it on alcohol and females. Disgusting. Ick drew on his innate magic and sent his thoughts streaking through space to his waiting master.
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