With his fangs bared into a macabre grin, the elderly Tokoloshe leaned upon his cane and shuffled forward, his limp only perceptible if you knew to look for it.
Lucifer's speech grew to its horrible, terrifying crescendo. The energy in the air was palpable, as though Eligor stood next to the warp coils of a command carrier, or the Eternal Emperor's throne room just as he manifested into mortal form.
"Who is willing?" Lucifer gesticulated to the ecstatic crowd. "Who will join my ranks and become a god?"
A spotlight shone down and captured the elderly Tokoloshe limping towards the enormous central bonfire, the shrouded statue, and the pedestal upon which Lucifer beckoned.
"I am willing," the elderly Tokoloshe shouted. "I am willing, Master. I am willing to carry their prayers unto your e
