Baerron Jael dug his black blood-covered fingernails into the sides of his head, shredding rotten skin and pulling loose clumps of hair. How dare they?! How dare they come into his inner-most sanctum? How dare they march so brazenly through his domain?! He screeched to the crumbling roof, spitting teeth and clotted blood. Deep down inside, Richard curled into a ball and remained careful not to bring his presence to the attention of the daemon. With another yell that strained the already mostly-rotten larynx, Baerron Jael slammed his fist into the rough stone wall. The bones splintered and stuck out of the flesh of his hand, but he paid it little mind. It was Richard who felt every last bone shift out of place and puncture his flesh. First that foolish lady Kshatrya jumps through one of his minion's gates into the inner sanctum of his halls. Her presence caught him by such surprise his reaction to her cost him his otherwise killing edge. She put up a fight, but Baerron Jael in his ire gladly stifled the life out of her. He took great pleasure in sinking his dagger into her corpse and pulling free the intestines, spleen, liver... They were useless to his purpose, but there was such glee and joy in the act. But that was not the end of it... No... The Freeman of Paws known as Quenby entered the halls of Deceit where much of Baerron Jael's work is underway. The fool attempted to engage the daemon in battle, and very quickly joined the throngs of dead. But that still was not the end of these interlopers. Baerron Jael balled his fist and slammed it repeatedly into the wall as he recalled how brazenly Jupiter and his merry band of fools came to Deceit and filled it with garbage (see here: March of the Light Brigade). It was no small stroke of luck that they did not stray off the beaten path and discover the sum of his work thus far. These bastard trespassers thumped their chests and hooted in triumph as they placed their lanterns and candles in the hallways. It made the daemon furious, and it was Richard who suffered the wrath firstly. But then the daemon turned his attention towards those who wronged him. The first was the foolish Steward of the Great Council, followed by one of his guards. A journey to both Paws and Project Sanctuary city yielded no fruit for the efforts. It would seem the cowards, no longer protected by a large band of light-wielding virtue-worshipping fanatics, were hiding in their own respective cubbies. It burned Baerron Jael that he could not enact his vengeance imminently, but he would get each and every one of them soon enough. For now, he would turn to another matter... If the interlopers wished to spread light in the dungeons, then he would spread darkness and corruption to the virtues. The daemon visited each of the eight shrines in turn, darkening the ground and displaying the heads and bodies of those who have been foolish enough to follow that short-sighted wizard. Many more will join them. At each of the shrines, poison was poured into the ground, and something extra special was put into the water surrounding the shrine of Spirituality. That meddling grey wizard wanted to look for the daemon? He will soon come to regret finding him.