Azriel St Michael

The Face of Death Azriel St Michael

As King Xalton's heath continues to wane, Skeltar marches on the Straltonian capital city of Zebulon. His army is small, but with all the hellish might of the demon Dhampir at his side---and the added dreadful power of the fabled Black Scroll in his hands---he represents the greatest threat the world of men has ever seen. But Skeltar isn't the only one with dreams of power. Another army is moving in from the north. Like vultures on a dying corpse, his foes are creeping nearer every day, and while the king hesitates in strengthening Zebulon's defences, his citizens tremble in fear of Skeltar's diabolical arts and beg the gods to spare them. While their desperate pleas go unanswered, Joktan sharpens his sword. Civilization might be going to Hell, but they're going to have to get in line. This savage has a score to settle, and he's not about to be deterred by a wizard and his pets. Even Hell doesn't have enough demons to stop Joktan the Savage from extracting the vengeance he seeks.