Inside the heavily guarded prison of the White Diamond, a massive figure paced back and forth in the firelight.
A bald man covered in blood hung from the wall, with an interrogator in black leather armor standing before him.
Kaoreish was interrogating his twentieth victim, a third-ring follower of the Blood-Worship Cult and a bishop of one of its dioceses.
With the lists and addresses provided by the Wendigo Church, Guk had sent his personal troops to drag out these pitiful wretches one by one from their hiding places and destroy their altars.
But that was far from enough. He needed to know these bastards' final plan and its steps.
For that, he needed a professional interrogator.
"What is that demon's true name?"
The prisoner made a gurgling sound and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Blood pooled across the floor and splashed onto Guk's greaves. He paused for only a second before resuming his pacing.
He had handed the authority of the interrogation to Kaoreish and declared that he would never interfere with the other man's methods. He was merely observing.
"It is called Havieriash."
As the prisoner mumbled out that obscure, incomprehensible word, the lights in the interrogation room flickered several times, and the temperature suddenly dropped noticeably.
Kaoreish backhanded the cultist, then clamped a hand around his jaw.
"Don't try to fool me with a false name. You know what will happen! I need its true name! What is its true name?"
"I don't know... None of us knows."
"What about your fifth-ring elders? Do they know?"
"You can go ask them yourselves."
The prisoner laughed, bloody foam bubbling from his mouth.
"You only need to answer! Worthless nonsense will only increase your suffering."
Kaoreish backhanded him again, shattering his cheekbone.
The panting interrogator then released his