Dark Lord of Derkholm

It was only when Shona, in sheer fury, turned the carnivorous sheep among them that they moved. They ran, some of them with charming little white sheep attached to their legs or backsides and the rest shouting about monsters.

When might I expect you then?" Whenever is least convenient for you, the demon replied.

You owe me. You roasted my father.

Then the geese replaced themselves with six pigs and vanished.

Really, Wizard Derk, this place is like a pigsty!" she said. Derk settled more comfortably among the pigs. "It is a pigsty," he said.

I've been feeling rather bloodthirsty lately, and saving the world seemed a good way to use it.