Camp Madness II

Shortly after the sunset, a circle of fire appears in the center of camp. "Hell's fire." Wyll says, sounding nervous. "She's coming." A pitch black being begins to rise from the circle. As she steps out, you are able to see her.

She's a pale, bluish-purple devil with fiery red hair and a body she isn't afraid to flaunt. "Wyll. You've been naughty. And you know what happens then." She then looks around, and locks eyes with you.

You feel her stare deep into your soul. Surprise, followed by pity, flash on her face for the briefest of seconds. If it weren't for the fict that you were looking right at her, you would have missed it yourself. "I see you've made some friends." She says. "Call me Mizora. I'm Wyll's patron, source of his power. My pets been unruly, and his leash needs a lank." With this, she pulls Wyll to the ground with an invisible ****.

"We had a deal, Wyll, but Karlach's still breathing."

"You told me devils only. She's a teifling, not a monster." Wyll chokes out.

"Clause G, Section 9: 'Targets shall be limited to the infernal, the demonic, the heartless, and the soulless. Karlach has no heart."

"You better not hurt her." You say.

"That ship has sailed." Mizora snaps her fingers and a circle of hell fire springs up around Wyll. He is pulled to his knees and begins to grow horns. "I'll keep my eye on you. So be careful." She disappears in a puff of smoke, leaving only the smell of brimstone and Wylls new appearance as proof that she was ever there at all.

After making sure that everyone is okay, you head to your tent, with plans on getting some rest. But as soon as you step foot inside your tent, you begin to fall into a pool of unky blackness...