In the master bedroom of the Viscount’s estate.

Someone had tucked you into bed while you were passed out. The estate had survived the fire completely. You gaze out of the window to see the ruins of your village, only a few dozen buildings remain standing. There was, however, a perfect ring around the Viscount’s manor. For ten paces in any direction nothing had been touch by fire. Not even the grass was harmed.

You exit the room and find yourself greeted by the demon. She is wearing a white dress that the viscountess had worn into town on several occasions. You wonder if the viscount and his family survived the fire.

“Prithee, my lord, are thou pleased with thy residence?” said Eisheth, bowing as she spoke.

“Yes” you reply “how many survived the fire? Where are they? Are they safe?”

“Dozens of the villagers have survive’d the fire. They wait for thy presence in the ballroom. Like the demons that thou summon’d, thy will be their command.”

The demon leads you to the ballroom. The villagers are huddled in the corner of the room, while demons of every variety roam around. The demons range from mythical beauties to nightmarish horrors. There are nymphs with flowing black hair wearing nothing but a few leaves dancing around one side of the room while Minotaurs wearing only loincloths grunt at each other on the other.

You follow the demon towards the villagers. In the centre of the group you see the viscount’s daughter. Cecelia was a year older than you and mostly keep inside her family’s estate. She was wearing a nightgown and had her eyes fixed on one of the minotaurs.

“Shall I announce thy presence to the villagers, or does thou want the pleasure?” asks Eisheth.