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The girl screamed as the tail whipped her knife away. She ran frantically to grab it, but Jasper turned around and started to yell at her. The look in his eyes was parallel to the demon's; all supernaturals were the same, to the very core. The lady decided that it was for the best. If this guy really wanted to go die, then whatever. It wasn't like they'd have any chance against the demon anyway. They could at least take a risk. The girl finally spoke again, the seduction washing her fear away. "Her name is..." She didn't want to say it. That name was attached to a world of fear and pain. "Liliana. She called herself the Champion of Mercy. She told us she freed us from Fenrir's tyranny. But eventually, she followed his footsteps!" The girl went silent at that point, as she had nothing more to say. The inn-keeper called for the other girls to carry her and her children to bed, with the woman yelling as she was carried away. "I love you, Jasper! I know you'll protect us!" She had obviously grown fond of the enthrallment, as it was her only relief in months.

"If you're so keen on helping us, then you'll find the demon northwest of here, about one mile. If you want to know how to survive the cold, then look no further. I'll cast the same spell on you that I did the brave warriors." The old woman fiddled with a wand hidden in a pocket of her apron, and waved it over Jasper. Just like that, he'd be covered with warmth, incapable of freezing in the cold. Unfortunately, neither he nor the lady knew that the magic only lasted so long, an hour at most. No one had ever had to stress it past that point.

As Jasper would draw closer to the forest, he'd start to see bodies building up. There were many men buried in snow across the frozen field, and the deeper he went, the more there was. It seemed like the weaker looking men died first, with the others coming after. It wasn't a demon that killed them, though -- it was the cold. The magic that protected them couldn't carry them very far, as they'd only walked slowly. There was some firewood thrown about the floor, but no flame. Footsteps followed into a cave, but if he went in there, all he'd find would be more dead men. It seemed like pretty much all of them had been wiped out by the weather, which only got more intense the deeper you went into the forest. It seemed as if it were being magically amplified into quite the horrendous blizzard.