Strike down the daemons!

The sight of this bloated fiends having their way with two innocent sisters is more than you can stomach. Your grip tightens on the sword and you let out a furious cry and charge into their midst. Your first swing cleaves the head from a ratch and the holy fire sets its foul body ablaze as it falls to the ground. Its wanking companion has just enough time to let out a started yelp and you run it through. Its body deflated like a rotten melon and an instant later explodes into flames and sloughs from your holy blade.

"Die! Back to the abyss with all of you!"

The remaining ratches messily separate from the sisters. They yip and growl and wield their claws as you charge at them, catching one with a wide swing and powering your blade through another. The burning corpses collapse to the ground.

The remaining two ratches, cowards to the end, attempt to flee from you into the barn. You tackle one and drive your blade into the back of its head. It bursts beneath you, but the holy flames do not burn your skin. You get to your feet and chase after it, into the darkness of the stable.

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."

You track the ratch to one of the dark stalls and corner the squealing daemon. It does not feel good to kill a trapped beast, even one as evil as a daemon, but you do what must be done. You clean your blade 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 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.