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</div><br/>William Knight, the recent host of the demon known as Arzath, awoke to the sound of a woman introducing herself. It really was a lot to take in, since the last thing he remembered was the party last night. Snippets came to him. It didn’t make much sense. He was drunk. Everyone was. Someone suggested a dumb dare. An urban legend about summoning demons. He remembered two of his friends attacking everyone else. Black clad men burst into the house. All that followed seemed like pain. Flashes of pain. His body strung up in a Firey landscape. Strapped to odd torture devices. Demonic beings carving his flesh.<br/><br/>“<i>Get up.”</i>A voice called to him from within his mind. Snapping him from his recollection. Will’s eyes snapped open. Sitting up he looked at the woman who identified as Elin. The voice in his head clearly wasn’t hers. William just wanted answers.