"Go to hell..." Elowynn said in a low voice. The more she struggled, the more and faster the poison flowed through her blood. She knew how poison worked. The elf smirked ever so lightly when she began to see dark spots show on her pale skin. It meant the poison was spreading. Elowynn coughed up more blood and continued to push against the heavy chains with all of weakened might. No demon would buy her if she were dead..or dying.

Andryr continued to follow Andrew until they reached the demons castle. He climbed down from his horse's back and watched the butcher waste no time in killing the guards that awaited them. "Is there even a reason for my presence?" He asked the blood-lusting former knight.