With a powerful burst of wind that blew through the valley, Asmodeus launched himself toward his foe, with glowing blue eyes, his body filled with immense power as the small. No. Huge... figure came into view.
A wide body, plump to be kind... disgusting if one were being honest.
The necromancer in his fetid black robes that were too small and torn at the back to allow a grey tail to flicker around behind him, the necromancer raised his hands while maintaining his foul magic, the grease on his double chin shimmering from the sweat and muck on his body.
"Ah... so you finally came." The ancient demon spoke with an amused tone.
However...
The moment Asmodeus appeared, the ancient necromancer felt a sense of danger unlike anything he'd ever known before.
'How is this fat bastard so dangerous?'
