|Devious Demon Dealer's Axe||330||330||413||Soul Shenanigans: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Devious Demon Dealer item equipped||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Shield||330||330||413||Soul Shenanigans: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Devious Demon Dealer item equipped||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Mask||330||330||413||Soul Shenanigans: Chance for bonus damage against Campaigns; Extra damage for each additional Devious Demon Dealer item equipped||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Panoply||330||330||413||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Gauntlets||330||330||413||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Cuisses||330||330||413||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Sabatons||330||330||413||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Band||330||330||413||Bastion of Blood|
|Devious Demon Dealer's Mount||440||440||550||The Contract Still Intact: Chance for bonus damage; Extra damage against Campaigns||Bastion of Blood|
Full Set Bonus
|Raid Attack Value: 3850|
|Duel Power: 2640|
|I. Hikrik knocked on the cottage door. Some might have been surprised to see an imp demonstrate such courtesy, but if you lived in a realm where failing to knock before entering could result in you being turned inside out, impaled on your own broken spine, and eaten as an offal-flavored lollipop, you learned the value of decorum. Thus Hikrik knocked.
The door didn't open, so he knocked again. Then a third time -- rapping his pink knuckles on the old wood in a series of loud, insistent taps. When this still failed to elicit any response from within the little thatched dwelling, he kicked it.
"Open up, human! I need your soul!"
|II. Several seconds of kicking neither gained Hikrik admittance not satisfied his demonic urge for destruction. Old as it was, the door remained tougher than his clawed foot and hence refused to break.
"Let me in!"
Behind him, the other fiends chuckled. He looked round and glared up at them.
"Want me to do it, boss?" a gluttony demon asked. Laughter jiggled his prodigious layers of flab.
The imp ignored the offer and turned back to the door. Bahmenides had entrusted him with this task, and he couldn't lose face by allowing a mere door to thwart him. The infernal lord trusted Hikrik because Hikrik was smart. A gluttony demon might catch sight of a cake and forget about his duty. A hellhound would run off after a cat or felpuur, leaving the soul unclaimed. And as for an incubus... Well, one of them could be distracted by a beautiful girl or sheep. But not Hikrik! He'd find a way to get the job done...
|III. Inside the cottage, Birum exhaled. The banging on the door had stopped. Maybe they'd gone away... His wife looked at him with wide eyes.
"Who was that?" she asked.
"I... I don't know. Probably just some practical jokers."
"Go out there and have words with them! They can't go around kicking people's doors! And what was all that rubbish about souls?"
There was a crash. A bright pink ball burst through the window, shattering the thin shutters, and landed on the floor with a thud. It unfolded to reveal a blinking demonic face.
"Soul!" Hikrik said.
|IV. Birum grimaced. Fralya screamed.
"It's a demon!" she said. "A demon!"
"A demon in our house!"
"Yes, dear, but..."
"I want your soul!" The imp stood up, brushed splinters from his rough hide, and stared at Birum. "It's time to pay your debts!"
"Begone, fiend from the abyss!" Fralya stepped forward and raised her hand. Light blazed around each digit, coating them in a brilliant aureate glow. "In the name of Lord Karuss, I drive you from this realm where your kind has no right to tread!"
|V. Hikrik snorted. A lump of luminous snot flew out of his nostril and splattered on the floorboards.
"Begone!" Fralya repeated. "Begone! Why isn't it working?"
"Stupid human! Can't banish an imp when there's a contract. I'm allowed to be here. If you don't want Hikrik in your house, don't make deals with demons."
"How dare you! I'm a priestess of Karuss! I did no such thing!"
"No, but he did."
"What?" Fralya's head snapped round. "Birum, do you know what this... this fiend's talking about?"
"Well, it's like this, dear... Remember how your father said I was too poor to marry you? Then a few weeks later I said my aunt in Fallows had died, and left me an inheritance..."
"You hired demons to kill your aunt! You... You monster!"
"No! I didn't even have an aunt! I asked Lord Bahmenides for some gold."
"Ten years ago," Hikrik said. "Now Bahmenides gets your soul."
"But... But..." Fralya groped for words, but none came. She stood there gawping.
The imp pushed past her and walked up to Birum.
|VII. "You're coming to hell!" Hikrik jabbed his finger into the mortal's abdomen.
"You can't take me! I don't have a soul!"
The imp frowned. He'd heard a great many excuses from mortals over the years, ranging from "I can't go to hell! I've got a cold!" to "It wasn't me! It was my twin brother!" But he'd never heard this one before.
"You don't have a soul?"
"Let me see!"
Hikrik jumped up, grabbed either side of Birum's head, and planted his feet against the human's thighs for balance. He stared deep into the man's eyes. And remarkable as it was, Birum was telling the truth. No soul flickered within those fleshy orbs.
"What've you done with it?"
|VIII. "I... I lost it?"
"You lost your soul?" Fralya goggled at him. "Birum! I knew you'd lose something if you didn't start cleaning up after yourself. I told you, didn't I? I said-"
"Lies!" Hikrik said. "You've hidden it. Tell me where!"
"I don't know what you're talking about," Birum said.
Hikrik jumped off him and let out a shrill whistle. An instant later, the front door exploded into shards. The gluttony demon pushed his way into the cottage. His belly oozed through the doorframe, scraping the wood. The imp's other infernal comrades emerged from either side of the massive lump of stinking flesh.
"Begone... fiends?" Fralya said. She sighed.
"Tear this place apart!" the imp said. "Find the mortal's soul!"
|IX. "Stop it!" Fralya said. "Stop! You're destroying our home!"
As though to underline her words, the gluttony demon sat of a chair to rest his weary limbs. It gave way with a series of cracks and collapsed beneath him. Meanwhile a succubus pulled one of the priestess' dresses out of a wardrobe, sneered at it, and tore it in half.
"No soul here," a demon said. "Maybe he lost it?"
"Yes!" Birum said.
"No! Look harder! It's here somewhere! It's..." Hikrik's gaze alighted on Fralya. He leapt up at her, batting her arms aside, ignoring her screeches, and grasped her head. His nose pressed against hers as he stared deep into her eyes. "I knew it! Two souls!"
"That's right... I hid it in my wife. And don't go thinking you can take her off to hell either, otherwise you'll answer to Karuss for kidnapping his priestess!"
The imp dropped back to the floor. Fralya gasped, and looked at her husband with wide eyes and mouth agape. Hikrik sighed. This was going to be a problem.