Approach the side door

Whatever is secreting this slime onto the ground has left a path five feet wide going to the main door. That is a big daemon and one you would rather not tangle with. Goddess protect whoever is being attacked by that fiend.

You decide to opt for the side door used by the horse-tenders. You make your way up the dusty path that encircles the stables. As you approach the side of the building, you draw up short and listen carefully. You hear a sound like high, inhuman laughter and it is coming from several sources. There is also a softer sound, of flesh on flesh.

You lean your head around the side of the building and see that the side door has been clawed open and several - you count six - daemons are assaulting one of the horse-tenders and the stable mistress.

The daemons are immediately recognizable as ratches, one of the most common denizens of the abyss. These are lowly, recently condemned souls, evolved from the limitless larvae that are said to squirm across the landscape. The demon lords are said to use them as fodder in their endless wars, driving them with whips before their armies of fiend.

The ratches remind you of goblins, though they are a bit taller at around four feet. Their heads and limbs and bodies are grotesquely swollen. They do not seem fat, it is as if their flesh has been inflated with air or some other taut swelling. The effect would be comical if the beasts were not so hideously ugly, with their gray flesh, patchy hair, long noses, pointed ears, lolling black tongues and wide mouths filled with fangs. Their arms are extremely long, reaching down to the ground, and they end in clawed fingers. Their cocks are small, no larger than your thumb, but perpetually hard and with big, swinging bollocks beneath them.

The cackling gang of ratches is having their way with stable mistress Penelope and a horse-tender named Yves. The petite horse-tender is riding up and down on the cock of one the ratches while another bends her to the side and fucks its cock into her mouth so that its stones slap against her drool-smeared chin. She whimpers around its wormy little cock. Her face and small breasts are dripping with ratch cum.

The soft spoken Penelope, who you know well and consider to be something of a mentor on the subject of horseback riding, is sprawled on her back with her knees pulled up to her chest. One ratch is stuffing its black tongue into her cunt while another straddles her face and furiously fucks into her mouth. Like Yves, her body is fouled with yellow-tinged ratch cum.

The other two ratches are impatient to have another turn and are stroking their cocks in their clawed hands. The sight of these lowly beasts defiling your fellow sisters fills you with rage.

Your grip tightens on the hilt of the relic sword. You have never battled six daemons at once, but you are eager to test your skills with this hideous gang of cackling fiends. You want to make them pay.