If the scene outside had been gory, the inside wasn't much better. Chains hung off stone walls where emaciated and naked human figures were bound to. In the centre of the cave, rotting waste and discarded blood stained the ground dark like a path paved to hell; while on the sides, heaps of animal and human bones lined the corners of the cave like a display of how much effort the villagers had expended for the demons.
Artemus took one look at everything and felt his stomach churn with disgust. He could burn his clothes to get rid of the stink that soaked into everything, but there was no way to scrub the phantom smells and the images that would linger in his brain till death erased them. His only consolation was the lives they were going to save tonight. He considered that worth the suffering he was forced to endure.
"Nurhia will be pleased," the hooded man commented as they walked through the wide cavern. "There will be prosperity for you and your children."
