Abigail confronts Belphegor in the factory. The demon offers to return Arthur alive in exchange for retrieving a hidden knife from the mine tunnels. Abigail refuses the deal to preserve Arthur's ideals. The demon attacks with devastating telekinetic power, hurling machinery and tools.

Abigail hunts Belphegor through town. She sends Haatim away in a hot-wired car. She tracks the demon to a motel where Desiree (Bret's mother, driven insane) reveals Bret was taken to the factory.

Haatim calls his father Aram directly, leveraging his own presence in the city to delay the airstrike. Aram confirms his involvement with the Council. Frieda grants Abigail one hour to stop Belphegor, warning of consequences.

Abigail and Haatim are ambushed by townsfolk driven mad by Belphegor. Gunfight through Raven's Peak streets. They take cover in a FedEx building and fight off attackers. Frieda calls to warn: the Council has declared Raven's Peak a dead zone - napalm strike in 2 hours, disguised as forest fire.

Abigail reflects on her strained relationship with Frieda and the Council post-possession. Next morning, they track the missing college student (Kurt) to the old mining town Church. Kurt has gouged out his own eyes and is writing Belphegor on the wall in blood.

“You were crying.” The voice, expected yet still surprising, came from her right, and she couldn’t immediately see the person who spoke.

Abigail and Haatim arrive at campground after dark. Owl Cabin unresponsive—Abigail discovers five brutally murdered bodies inside with organs removed. Sixth person missing. They secure Hawk Cabin for night. Haatim struggles with trauma but commits to investigation.

Jake Martins ran down the alley, clutching the bag full of money tight against his chest.  Distant now was the sound of sirens, scouring the streets for sign of the Duke Station robber.

Mark smiled pleasantly, dipping his hand into the tray of olives and pulling one out.  Honestly, he considered the sweet fruit to be disgusting in the worst sort of way, but this was no time to be ungracious.  This was a time for cordiality, and more than a little discretion.