“Who? The duke?” “Uh-huh,” she said, looking worried.  “Does that mean I’m a demon worshipper?”

“I’ll kill you when I find you, you little bastard!” Petro Marok sat in the shadows of his alley hiding place, nursing his bruised hand and sobbing. He was low to the ground, hidden behind the butcher’s shop, tucked out of sight and forgotten.

He ducked into the first shop he saw on the next street over and crouched behind a rack of hats. Less than twenty seconds later, the soldiers sprinted past the doorway and down the street, cursing.

Ten steps away from the crates, Gregory heard scrambling behind him. He had finally realized where Gregory was heading.

With a shrug, he shouldered his pack and began walking down the primary thoroughfare. He was confident in his decision to seek out the caravan, now that he had made it, and was glad that he’d managed to motivate himself.

After careful thought and much deliberation, Gregory Colton decided the days were too long in these northern countries.

Arthur and team battle Belphegor-possessed Abigail. Demon lord displays devastating power. Arthur creates blood sigil on himself and traps Belphegor in his own body. Arthur stabs himself, appearing to die and dragging demon to Hell with him. Heroic sacrifice to save Abigail and stop apocalypse.

Team walks into trap set by demons. Ambushed by superior forces. Belphegor demonstrates terrifying power through Abigail body. Team separated and outmatched. Desperate fighting. Arthur realizes normal methods will not work against demon lord.

Team descends into the mine beneath Raven Peak where ritual is taking place. Dark tunnels, demonic presence intensifying. Possessed Abigail encountered. Team fights through lesser demons and cultists. Moving toward central chamber where Belphegor waits.