Retreat into the stable

You're loathe to abandon the sword of Saint Magdalena, no matter how briefly, but neither do you favor your chances against two daemons, even minor ones, whilst unarmed. You back your way through the open side door. Predictably, the ratches follow after you, so you swing the door shut to give yourself just a few extra seconds.

There is a grisly sight within the stable. The smell of blood is in the air and many of the stalls have been torn open. Most of the trapped animals have been killed and partially eaten by the ratches or other daemons. Fortunately, you see that the War Mother's white charger, Aegis, has been spared. The horse looks at you over the top of his stall and snorts.

"Soon, boy," you murmur. "I have something to deal with first."

Even in the dim light, it takes only a moment to find what you're looking for, and only a moment later, you've crossed the length of the stall to retrieve it. The ratches are only half a dozen paces behind you, but by the time they've caught up, you're already brandishing your pitchfork.

It is by no means as elegant as the relic you're entrusted to protect, but the minor daemons can't even get close to you. After a couple of quick thrusts with your improvised spear, some ash and the scent of brimstone are all that remain of your enemies.

You discard the pitchfork and try not to look at the creature lurking in the barn's main entrance. It sounds as if it is eating something. You pray that it is just an animal.

With the last of the ratches banished, you retrieve the sword of Saint Magdalena and return to Yves and Penelope. The younger of the two has rolled onto her belly and lies in a pool of ratch cum humping at her fingers. Her slick digits slip in and out of her frothy fuckhole and she whimpers desperately for more attention. Penelope seems to be coming around. Her hands wander over her body, but her eyes are more alert.

"Goddess," she moans.

"Penelope," you say, crouching beside her. "Penelope, can you hear me? You have to wake up."

"Sabine?" She looks at you, her pretty face furrowed with confusion and anguish. "What is happening?"

"You and Yves have been **** by daemons. I'm sorry I cannot say it in a nicer way, sister. The abbey is overrun." You pull her to her feet and she looks like she is going to collapse again. "Listen to me, Penelope. You have to take Yves and escape to safe shelter in the caves. Helena was taking the neophytes there. But be certain you are not followed."

"The horses?" she asks.

"Mostly dead. You cannot go back in the stable. You cannot even fetch clothes. You must run with Yves. Straight to the caves."

"Come with us," she pleads.

You hug her tightly, ignoring the stink of cum and brimstone on her.

"The War Mother has entrusted me with another duty to the order. I must save the holy relic."

You help her get Yves to her feet and see them off. As the younger girl begins to regain her senses they look back at you and then begin to run. Once they have almost disappeared from view, and you are satisfied they were not followed, you return your attention to the matter at hand.

Unless you have something better to do, it is time you begin your journey to the High Abbey at Gerlangen.