Page 174 of Demons Dig Donuts

The two demons appeared in a blink.

“Find Azazel and go get these damn humans out of here as fast as you can!” Mr. Heiss gave Gammy a pleading look. “Can you please—”

“I’ll go help them!” Gammy was already running to the parking lot. “Take care of Indy or I’ll banish you balls first!”

“Understood. Indy? Summon Dill. Now.”

“On it!” Indy kissed the ring frantically, ready to tongue it if need be.

Dill popped up with a sleepy smile, though his eyes widened as he took in the terrifying scene around them. “Grow?”

“Yes, grow! Big, big grow!” Indy hissed. “There’s a dragon and he sounds pissed and—”

A column of blue fire burst out of the hole where the limo had vanished. There was a deep, rumbling roar and giant blue claws grabbed at the ledge. Said claws were attached to big scaly arms, an even bigger set of shoulders and chest, and an absolutely massive head boasting a mouth of very, very sharp teeth.

A dragon.

It was absolutely gorgeous, and every inch of its skin was covered in glittering cerulean scales. They were so bright they glowed, shimmering like liquid as the dragon scrambled to pull itself up out of the ground. Its eyes were bright white, glimmering like pearls, and its head had a thick crest of spikes going down the middle like a mohawk and more over its eyes. It was terrifying, yes, but truly to see such an incredible reptilian behemoth of legend in the flesh was an incredible vision Indy would remember for the rest of his life if he lived through this.

It was a dragon.

Right out of a fairy tale, larger than life, beasts with vast reservoirs of power.

Ancient, powerful, beautiful, and deadly, and—

Thwump.

There was a crash as the dragon fell right back into the hole with an alarmed squawk.

Huh.

Maybe this one was broken.

A new rumble shook the ground, signaling the dragon’s second escape attempt. It managed to get out this time and snarled as it clamored over the edge. It flapped its giant wings, leathery white framed in the same blue as its scales. It towered over the building and all the pumps, its long tail lashing and taking the closest ones out in a flurry of screeching metal and sparks.

The sparks—chains.

The dragon had thick black chains wrapped around its hind legs, and the metal sparked as it dragged its legs forward. It was moving sluggishly, each step a clear struggle, and it let out a frustrated growl as it tried to flap its wings and hit the side of the building. It stumbled again, skidding forward across the pavement and crashing into the jammed-up line of cars trying to escape.

Predictably, some patrons had stopped to whip out their phones to document what was probably the world’s first photographic evidence of a drunk dragon.

“So.” Indy swallowed hard. “Is he wasted or what?”

Dill stared up at the dragon, his jaw dropping. “Grow.”

“Yeah, lots of grow.”

“Stay here,” Mr. Heiss again ordered before stalking toward the dragon. “Dill, keep Indy safe.”

“Hey! He’s my leshy! Not yours!” Indy grunted as Dill grabbed him around his middle. “Oh, come on! Dammit, Dill. Put me down. That is a direct order.”

Dill hugged Indy tighter. “No.”

Indy kicked harder. “Dill, I swear to God—”

“No.”

Indy flailed. “I swear I’m going to get some weed killer.”