Publisher's Synopsis
No one was aware of the demon who resided under the house. Zuazibar scraped his way to earth from the depths of the underworld, escaping its fiery embrace. He was an enemy of the dark lord and was hated in the underworld. He had four large, long, twisted arms that he used to get around and two short hind legs. Zuazibar had no eyes, but his mouth was on his back, and he was relatively silent as he moved about. He was brown in color and looked to have been severely burned all over. His sense of smell helped him to find everything he'd ever need, even without a formal nose present. Sensors on his hind legs gave him his sense of smell. At the ends of his long, twisted arms were what nearly resembled human hands, making it much easier for him to grab his victims if he chose to. The fascinating thing about this terrifying being was his telepathic abilities. He could easily read anyone's mind and project his thoughts into their heads.
He may not have talked out loud, but he was a very cunning creature, effortlessly adapting to any environment he was surrounded by. He managed to keep himself hidden for thousands of years within the earth, and now he made his lair under a house known as the Devil's Claw.
