"I demand to see Demon Lord Succurax." A tall and muscular demon who towered like a giant demanded in his guttural voice.
He stood in front of a towering door with ancient carvings etched on it, waiting for entry.
The smaller demon, dressed in skin-tight black pants that accentuated his lithe figure, stood at attention with a sword strapped to his side.
His monotone voice belied the importance of his words: "Demon Lord Succurax desires nothing more than peace and quiet. Any disturbance will not be tolerated." His gaze was unyielding.
"Just tell him it's urgent!" bellowed the towering demon, his voice brimming with barely contained excitement.
"I apologize, Demon Lord Avaritig," the guard said solemnly, "But if I were to go in without authorization, my head would be served on a platter."
"LORD SUCCURAX!" bellowed Demon Lord Avaritig, completely ignoring the guard's expression of terror.
