The Rogue's gallery

Ligeia had guided you to the stockades well before dawn, but the external area around the wide stage was already swarming with observers. With both of you wearing enchanted fox masks, you blended in easily.

Atop the stage were the four horrors Ligeia had mentioned last night.

To the left, the purple skinned succubus flaunted her rear to the jeering crowds. Of the three, she seemed the most excitable.

The dark haired woman you had encountered outside the apartment was there too, veered off to the right an far more modest in her composure than the woman, or thing, that came before her.

The last of three stood in front of a large theatrical cloth, a titan of muscle and flesh. Two large horns protruded from its brow, and each breath convulsed its entire body. It truly was worthy of the title “Minotaur".

“And we’re going to kill the three of these?” you whisper to Ligeia in sheer disbelief. She decided not to soothe your mind, instead only adding to your fear.

“That'll be the easy part. I’m more worried about her,” Ligeia replied, pointing a finger to the **** right of the stage. There, you saw a redheaded woman. A familiar one at that, as it was this woman that directed you to the circus. That moment seemed like a lifetime ago.

It was a breath-stifling experience to be here. Seemingly all your named enemies of note were present before you, yet your captured ally was nowhere to be seen. You guessed she must have been behind the curtain, and you dreaded to see the state she was in. You knew the depths of human malevolence was a near bottomless abyss. You were afraid of how much deeper demonic malevolence could dig.