Literature
Reforgeing
Patstuff snorts as he works the bellows of his forge, the heat in his workshop oppressive, sweat beading on the devils' forehead wiping at it with a red spotted rag.
The white-hot embers glowed bright waiting for the work to be done,
“Hmm, that should do’re… now let’s see.”
Reaching into a vault the devil pulled out an old scroll, the yellowed velum of the highest quality, the decorative scrolling along the edges from a time long past, the scroll rod and case made of silver with gold end cap fit only for royalty of the highest order.
“We’ll look’y here, seems you were right after all…IR