“The void?” said Reginald. “You’re already in Hell so you know the only thing left is the void. Complete oblivion.”
The demon took a step back, almost staggering.
“Let him go,” said Reginald, stepping towards the hellish beast. “Let him go and return to Hell where you belong.”
The demon raised its face to the sky and bellowed before bringing a fist slamming to the ground. It leant forward and roared at Reginald.
I was amazed at how brave Reginald was. He stood his ground despite the strings of snot and mucous splattering across his face.
“Let him go, now!” he demanded.
Finally I was released. Free at last, I sped through the air to Reginald and once I was safely behind him, I peered around as the demon turned, roared again, and bounded off across the grass, sending spirits scattering in all directions, including up.
Reginald wiped the demon’s secretions from his face as best he could.
“Thank you, Reginald,” I said hugging him tightly. “Thank you. Thank you.”