The Gift of Judgement

The demon’s grip tightens around the paladin’s throat. His weapon shatters on the ground, filling the otherwise completely empty cathedral with the sound of final defeat. He uses his last breath to demand an explanation for all that has happened.

“Your name... Tell me… your name!”

The demon laughs. “Now that your death is imminent I might as well tell you this secret! And maybe even something else! For I am sure that you will tell no living soul.” He then grins, snaps the paladin’s neck and throws his lifeless body on the ground, where it slides for a few moments before coming to an eternal halt. The demon slowly turns his head and it is only now that you realize that he was talking to you all along.

”You thought I could not see you? Just because you are not of this world. You must be new. Easy prey. Let me tell you a secret. All demons can see you. And all can hurt you. You cannot escape our gaze. You cannot escape our grasp. And if you are eager to learn my name as well...”

He comes even closer until his eyes are directly in front of yours and you can feel his warm breath on your cheeks. He leans forward and slowly whispers into your ear, “My... name... is…”