Perhaps it was working. Perhaps it was not. In either case, the massive demon continued towards the two men, its great lance sliding into position, the three prongs now extending from its right arm's palm and elbow, the sharp edges pointing right at the drowsy human.

Its blank face made no sign as to whether it was pleased by this turn of events, nor did it betray its quiet gait with an incriminating sound. Jack need only wait for a little longer, give in to the strange lethargy for a minute more, and Indra's insatiable appetite might yet be appeased.

And there was even another to add to the feast. Surely, the demon would feed well this time!