"Don't go!"
Eleanor's cry failed to bring the shadow back. Aaron and his two companions had no way to stop it, either. Instead, they now had to face the battle ahead.
Faithful Defender!
Eleanor summoned a divine guardian in golden armor and a golden helmet. Consumed by fury, she charged straight at the devils.
Only the Hellrider Hild came over to Aaron to ask what had happened.
"I'd like to ask your people in Elturel the same thing!" Aaron snapped, pointing at the collapsed house. "This entire family had already been turned into Zariel's tieflings! What the hell are you Hellriders doing? How did you fail to notice even this? Are praying inside their churches the only duties the clerics of Torm and Helm have?"
"Your criticism is justified, my lord. As a Hellrider, I will relay it faithfully to the City Council." Hild drew his longsword and took the shield from his back. Aaron's criticism did not seem to upset him at all. On the contrary, he was brimming with excitement. In his eyes, the two ranks of devils were not merely a threat, but a reward.
He had always wanted to become a genuine Hellrider!
Now his wish had finally come true. What kind of Hellrider had never actually fought the devils of Hell?
"Move!"
"By Zariel's command, take this cleric back to Avernus!"
"For Avernus! For Zariel!"
The devils began to move. Zariel had left behind two kinds of devils. The barbazu were merely lesser devils, wielding serrated blades and following behind the daemonettes, indulging in every manner of cruelty and servility.
The daemonettes, meanwhile, were greater devils. Judging solely by their appearance, they were creatures with stunningly beautiful humanoid forms, lovely faces, and graceful figures. They wore full plate armor and carried various weapons, including whips,