The battle in Wrasseldown continues. Chareos creates a second Wall of Ice over a building where other wand attacks just came from. This time, the wall is smaller than the building it is hitting. Plus, Chareos deliberately had some of it fall onto the rushing throng of undead. The ice hits the roof, causing the front to collapse but not all of it. That part of the ice that doesn’t hit the roof continues on to the ground crushing any of the undead it lands on.
Argent flies further to the north and hits the northern part of the swarm with an Ice Storm. Great hailstones appear out of the sky and mercilessly pelt those within its area of effect. Nothing survives the assault.
In a nearby barn, Yusef has located two of the beings responsible for what has transpired in Wrasseldown. The first is called Lord Baracus and he’s not only a follower of Hextor, but also seemingly some kind of undead. With him is a woman Yusef knows as Thelma Deville, his great aunt and one of the children of Eleanor Deville and thus a demoness in her own right.
“Such is the fate of the weak,” Thelma simply answers. “Only those who are worthy do we consider useful. As for the rest, they are little more than cattle to be used and slaughtered at our whims.”"I'm Yusef, one of Daniel's sons," Yusef replies as he kicks the one she called Lord Baracus in the chest. "As for why I am here, let's just say I didn't take kindly to being a slave, so I ran away."
“You heard incorrectly,” Thelma explains with an almost inhuman calm. She displays no emotion to Yusef’s questioning.Yusef catches Baracus with a backfist to the side of the head, which appears to do no damage than the kick. "How about you? Why are you here? Last I heard, Alexander had used you as his plaything. That cannot have been pleasant."
“While Alexander’s birth inalterably changed me, I am better for it. I am no longer ruled by my whims or passions. Alexander has since been punished for his transgressions against the family. I have no feelings towards him one way or the other.”
Down below, Sir Acerion rushes into the barn and climbs up the nearby ladder to reach the loft. His Holy Weapon begins to glow as it is close to a follower of Hextor.
Yusef, realizing that he can’t seem to harm Lord Baracus, attempts to disarm the undead Hextorite from his weapon. The attempt is partially successful as Yusef blocks and pins the blood-red sword. However, the Priest of Celestian finds Lord Baracus’ strength to be formidable. He is too strong to force the blade from his hands.
Lord Baracus’ eyes light up with inhuman glee when they see Sir Acerion approach. “What is this? An enemy of Hextor? One side, demonling! I have a real foe to destroy!”
With a shove, Lord Baracus forces Yusef away from him and towards Thelma. His facial mask completely breaks and unbridled hatred floods out. Lord Baracus goes to intercept Sir Acerion. Baracus swings his longsword, but misses Sir Acerion. Acerion strikes back with his Holy Weapon, badly slashing Lord Baracus in the chest. This doesn’t seem to bother Baracus in the slightest as he counterattacks with great vigor!
“Have you seen our creations in action?” Thelma inquires of Yusef. “Are they not magnificent? The perfect inhuman killing machine. Easy enough to create, and yet not mindless as lesser undead can be. Plus they can infect others, transforming them into more creatures with their poisonous bite. In time they will slaughter every living thing in these lands. This small, out-of-the-way town was the perfect testing ground.”
While Yusef senses that Thelma is proud of her creations, he cannot hear it in her voice. It is at this moment that he realizes just what Alexander did to his mother on the day of his birth and what led to her being somewhat of an outcast even among the Deville family. Alexander took her ability to feel emotions! Thelma is now only a cold shell who is more comfortable being surrounded by the unliving and the unfeeling.