I am Death Bringer, slave and plaything of the three gods. Tonight I take my revenge on my masters, for tomorrow I am to be sacrificed to the slavering beast of the five hells and I am powerless to stop it.
My nightmare began today as the sun was falling. I was stalking flutterfolk along the edge of the colorful sunface thicket when the godling came and snatched me away from my hunt. I was held in its firm grasp and carried over to the lair of the hill demons. There the smallest and most dangerous of the hill demons, a spindly, speckled-faced thing with flames for hair and feet the color of grapes, came to inspect me. I was given over to the foul creature to be examined and fondled. The two spoke, obviously bartering for my life. I knew not the reason until the demonling passed me back and began bellowing. Almost immediately the slavering beast appeared, its voice baying like the sound of the horns of hell themselves.
The dreaded brown, black, and white creature was ungainly in its gullumping run, with its long ears flopping and its white tipped tail held up like a waggling saber. The demonling held the beast up and suddenly I knew for certain the reason I was there.
I was to be given over to feed the beast's lust for blood. Closer and closer my godling moved me, and closer and closer the demonling brought the beast until I was in range of its foul jaws. Then the instant of my impending death came and a tongue too large for any mortal being shot out of the beast's mouth and coved my face with rank, stinking venomous slime. Again and again it happened. Surely this was to weaken me before it sank its teeth into my face. I could stand no more, for I am Death Bringer, not some lamb for slaughter. I sank my claws into the flesh of my godling and made my escape.