The Sacred and the Profane/Nightmare Fuel: Difference between revisions

{{quote| ''"I'll give you ten seconds," said Zirah. His eyes were lit with bright, childlike delight.<br />

He leaned towards Hastur, who was rapidly backing away from the enthrallment on Zirah's face.<br />

Ligur had forgotten about stealth and was fleeing, crashing through bushes and tripping over<br />

tombstones.<br />

"Run," Zirah whispered. Someone yelled behind him. None of them noticed.<br />

The figures of the two demons blurred and vanished.<br />

The problem with this Earth, Zirah thought, was that nobody ever let him relax.<br />