“When I open the last of my seventh mouths, that’s when you will witness the end of the world.”

The speaker was an obese blond man, bespectacled and loud. Fat rolled where it didn’t hang, and gravity pulled his bulk downward. If people had descended from giant toads they would look like that.

If he was speaking the truth, he was a demon, and a fairly powerful one at that. One of the ones mentioned by name in certain heretical books. He didn’t look like a demon, but then again, they never did. Not until it was too late anyway.

“Look, I understand that you’re thousands of years old-”

“Millions, mortal.” He growled.

“Whatever. It doesn’t matter. You don’t scare me. Despite your unholy allegiances, you are under a higher jurisdiction than mine AND despite all your talk of ending the world, you can only do that once very specific circumstances are met.”

His response was a powerful belch. “Kay, so you got me. Whaddaya want?”

“You know why I’m here.”

The fat man rolled his eyes.“Gettin pretty pushy, mortal.”