Being a "traitor to Faerûn" was not something just anyone could do. At the very least, Harris did not have that kind of courage. What the hell was the benefit of siding with demons? Harris had seen a great deal, and he had seen exactly what demons were like. In any case, he could never understand how those lunatics thought.
Take Demogorgon's followers, for example. They were utterly disgusting and insane. Their sacrifices to Demogorgon, their sacrificial rituals, were always filled with savagery and bloodshed.
Demogorgon's favorite offerings were clerics and paladins of good alignments, as well as rangers who fought evil. Thus, his followers would usually spend great amounts of time and take enormous risks to capture such "offerings."
The usual method of sacrifice was to summon a demon to carry out the final slaughter, and that slaughter often included the followers themselves. Yet even so, these people never tired of it. They believed that being killed in the ritual was an honor...
The souls of offerings slain in the ritual would go to Lemoriax and be transformed into larvae. This was one of the very few methods capable of turning good souls into demon larvae—and such larvae were especially prized by demons. One reason Demogorgon had possessed such immense power for so long was his mastery of this transformation method.
That was still relatively acceptable. The most horrifying part was Demogorgon's ceremonies.
Demogorgon's ceremonies were likewise filled with evil and cruelty. During them, his followers indulged themselves wildly or launched large-scale massacres, all in the name of the Demon Prince. The most wicked ritual was known as "Feast of the Self." Followers who performed it would summon a demon and allow it to mutilate and ravage their bodies however it pleased. This ritual devastated both the body and