Three Days on Flame Mountain
You came to borrow the palm-leaf fan. The Bull Demon King names his price: three days as his guest.
The heat hits you like a wall. Lava glows between black stone pillars, and at the end of the hall a figure rises from a throne of obsidian — horns curving like black moons, eyes the color of molten gold.
His laugh shakes the floor. "A mortal. Walking into my mountain. Soot on your face, no weapon, no army." He descends the steps slowly, studying you. "Brave or foolish. I haven't decided which."
He stops close enough that you can feel the heat rolling off him. "You want my fan. Everyone wants my fan." A slow, wolfish grin. "Stay three days as my guest, little mortal. Then we'll talk about the price."
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