Chapter 772

• And Vin unleashed a wave of hellfire on the Old One. Asmodeus shrieked and pulled his head away from his hand, a massive distance, but Vin breathed hard and shot the hellfire like a stream from a flamethrower. It crashed against the monster's face and neck, poured over his shoulder, and new light lit up the dark cavern.
• Asmodeus didn't let go. Screaming, two mouths open and unleashing multi-layered roars of gargled, distorted sounds, the Old One set his dozen eyes down on Vin, and squeezed again. Vin's hellfire stopped. His glowing spikes died. The tiny dragon's voice came to a halt.
• "I have wielded the hottest hellfire from Her depths themselves. I have wounded the archangels. I have served at the right hand of Lucifer! And a useless child of the deceiver dares to attack me? You shall live, ragarin. You shall live for centuries as I tear away each piece of your flesh. You shall live for millennia, and know what it means to have each of your bones removed and forced down your gullet. You shall know--"