Challenge thread
It had led him here - the demon sense, drawing the rider like a moth to a flame. It had been a long drive, but none of that mattered. Even from hundreds of miles away, he could feel the summoning ritual taking place, the sound almost maddening as these cultists sought to open a portal directly into Mephisto's realm. He didn't know how they'd come by the Darkhold page, and they clearly didn't know what they were doing - but it had to be stopped.

As the chanting reaches a crescendo, moments before the knife plunges down at the naked sacrifice, prepared for just such purposes, the flaming cycle comes bursting through one wall.