Pazuzu and Blackie

“Mmm,” a man clad in a long black robe took a deep breath like one starved of freedom for several centuries. His eyes were calm and warm, yet there was a deep layer of excitement that the man’s composure could not hide. His smile was as broad as the dimensions of the sea, and even though it was covered by several layers of hair as thick as a collie’s, this smile could not be hidden. The man had a beard so long that he it reached the ground. As for his long wavy hair, it was able to accomplish what his heard was unable to. It kissed the ground and gently draped its surface like the gown of a woman about to be wed. As though this man wasn’t strange enough, he was accompanied by a cat. This cat was covered by black fur and was as small as a newborn kitten. However, the aura that this small beast exuded was so great that any beast below the King Level would be found shivering in fright before it. This man was Pazuzu, the greatest demon to have ever lived in the Dreamscape and the one thin