It had all been rather easy, watching one after the other man, woman, and child prostrate themselves before him, stating their name and occupation, followed by age and sex.
Yes, it was all so easy.
But Altair could not fault them. After all, who doesn't grab the ice water when they are in hell?
The villagers saw hope. They saw life! And better yet, they saw freedom from the Demons. Altair was sure they'd sell their souls if they could if it meant being free from this nightmare. And what he was offering was more valuable than food and water.
In a matter of days, Altair had taken the time to transport just about anyone willing to join. There had been a few who'd refused, claiming that generations of their families lived in these lands. And that they'd rather die than leave.
