All the thousands of demonic plaguing faces and figures behind Benyamin were cackling and screaming in tongues that could make most brave men lose their wits and flee for their lives.

“Sing with me, spirits of darkness!” Benyamin grabbed the dark cloud behind him and ripped the faces of the demons, forging them into a nasty, thorny, double-edged spear. “Satanspeer!”

He leaped forth and attacked with the spear.

Each thorn on the spear turned into a demonic face that stretched and enlarged, tryin