It was a crisp Spring morning in the hills, complete with a light breeze, shady forests, buzzing bees and chirping birds. To the north, the hills rapidly grew into a rocky mountain while the south was the opposite of that, flattening into a fertile plain.
The only thing disturbing this peaceful image of nature were two figures walking along a faint trail hidden under the shade cast by the trees.
On the right side of the trail was a tall, dark haired man in brown leathers. His brown eyes fitted his gentlemanly features well, even if the ruggedness of travel was apparent on his visage. He was well armed, carrying a sword, a pair of daggers and a rucksack on his person, along with a selection of magical knickknacks – potions, vials and a glowstick or two.
The other was a good head shorter and covered completely in a plain gray cowl. Only the bottom of his pitch black, inhumanly elegant face could be seen.
As one could conclude from their odd appearance, they were no common men, but murderho... uh, excuse me - “adventurers”.

“And how was that my fault?” shouted the human, one Henry Douglas, while gesticulating wildly. “You're the one who insulted the mayor.”
His drow companion just answered in his usual even tone “The trash insulted me, as if being forced to tolerate his presence wasn't bad enough. I just told him the truth. It's not my fault he couldn't handle it.”
“Goddamnit, Vorn! Are you completely incapable of tact?”
“If I wanted to lie and cheat all day every day, I would still be in the Underdark.”
“That was a rhetorical question. I should have learned not to let you talk to clients by now,” Henry sighed. “If only Anna was still here, we wouldn't be having this conversation.”
“Well she isn't,” retorted the elf.
“And whose fault is that?”
“Hers.”
“That's not how I remember it. You are the one who kept telling her to piss off. All you had to do was indulge her once in a while.”
The elf didn't bother suppressing the disgust in his voice when he responded  “That was always out of the question. I refuse to degrade myself just to satisfy her unending urges. Ugh, just thinking about her makes me sick.”
“So she was good enough for the king but not for you, huh?”
“And the queen. And the prince. And you. And the princess. And the stable boy. And the captain of the guard. And the guards. And...”
“Exactly! Everyone loved her except for you, the special one.”
“The king never had a proper, woman. Not that the crude senses of a human would let him enjoy one. I would rather be back down there and serve my mistress than bow to an ugly pig like Anna.”
“Why am I not surprised that you would rather take the whip than pussy?”
“Mistress may have hurt me, but at least the sight of her flesh didn't nauseate me.”

For the fiftieth time, Henry had proven to himself that arguing with his elven companion was pointless. Either he turned out to be right in the end or he deflected all insults with the might of his unending ego.
“Enough!” Henry exclaimed “We set out from town over two hours and you still didn't tell me what we are up against.”
“Well, maybe we would have had more time in the morning if you weren't busy with that fat barmaid.”
“What?! She was not fat! She was perfectly fine, it's not her fault that you are an oversensitive fag.”
“There can be no such thing as oversensitive. One must always seek to acquire the maximum amount of information possible. Even if it has the downside of noticing the flabs jiggling on fat women.”
At this, Henry threw his arms up in frustration and tried to get the conversation back on track “Stop sidetracking the subject and tell me where we are going! You made the cultist talk, right?”
At this, the elf just shrugged “There isn't much to say, really. It's just a death demon worshiping cult and we are crashing some kind of grand ceremony they had planned tonight. They've been kidnapping travelers and hobos for over a year now and sacrificing them. Their temple is hidden at the bottom of a cliff - we should actually be pretty close to it by now.”
“What are their defenses like? Anything special?”
“No,” droned Vorn “I did a quick scry on it and turned up nothing but trash. Traps, skeletons, zombies, some humans with bows, clubs and pig stickers. A few magic swords and wands. Really nothing special.”
“And the ceremony?”
“The usual. Sacrificing goats and virgins for demonic powers.”
“Soooo... why are we bothering with it?”

“Haven't you noticed? We're in the middle of some kind of drought. No evil generals, no dragons, no demonic incursions, no incoming orc hordes, no nothing.” This time it was Vorn that let the frustration seep into his tone “I think we killed our way through everything worth killing.”
“So, what do we do? After we finish this, I mean.”
“The inevitables should show up again next week, so we'll wait until then. If nothing turns up by the time we kill them, we will go look for ruins or some old relics like that. There are bound to be some sealed ancient evils left we can go after.”
“Do these even have treasure?”
Vorn resisted the urge to facepalm “Yes, Henry, they have treasure. You'll get your shinies.”

The two kept following the trail and arguing pointlessly until the cliff face was finally in clear view.
“Wasn't the temple supposed to be hidden?” was the first thing Henry thought when he laid his eyes on it.
“The cultists seem to think it is.”
“It's a skull, Vorn. It's a giant rocky skull carved into the cliff face. With magic flames coming out of its eyes.”
“Those are just braziers in the eye sockets giving your feeble human eyes such an illusion from this distance.”
“That's beside the point. Who thought it would be a good idea to hide your secret death temple in a giant flaming skull?”
“Humans, obviously. Either way, I'm not the architect, so stop complaining about it to me.”

Only a few minutes went by before the cultists noticed them and their response was immediate. The braziers went out and the mouth of the skull was sealed shut by a massive rock and iron door. Decorated with skulls. Of course.
Arrows cut through the air towards the two only to ping harmlessly off of an invisible force field.
“Aw, look at these guys.” said Henry “Using unenchanted arrows. This whole thing makes me feel nostalgic.”
He opened one of his pouches and sifted through it before taking out a gold and bone ring adorned with a pair of stylized ram's horns. He put the ring on his finger, pointed it at the door and activated it.
The stone gave way immediately and collapsed inwards in a shower or rocky bits, smashing and shredding the undead hiding behind it.
Henry put the ring back and kept walking into the skull's mouth while continuing his earlier trail of thought, speaking fondly “You remember that, Vorn? When it was the six of us busting down a cult just like this? You know, the one that hid in the sewers and worshiped rot. And Deven was preaching the light of justice while we all beat the shit out of them.”
“I remember what I had for breakfast on the day your great-great-grandmother was born.”
“A simple yes or no would suffice.”
“I also remember that I was the one treating you when you caught that maggot curse because our glorious leader and ally of justice was too busy admiring the sound of his voice.”
“Okay, so maybe it wasn't always good times. Anna wouldn't fuck me for a week after that mess. But hey, we were all together. And everything was so new and exciting, every victory better than the last.”
Yeah. They were a proper adventuring group once. Henry often wondered how it came down to this – the permanently grumpy asshole wizard and his handsome, roguish, underappreciated sidekick. “You were different too, Vorn. You didn't bitch nearly as much. I think I liked you better back then.”
“Everyone loves people who shut up and do as they're told. Also, zombies ahead.”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm on it.” Henry grumbled, drew his sword and proceeded to slash and stab his way down the corridor. The shambling dead were neither very strong nor particularly numerous. There couldn't have been more than fifteen of them. Still, they were resilient and it took Henry a good five minutes of work to make sure they stay down.
“You could help too, you know.”
“I'm not going to waste my energy on a handful of mindless trash.”
“Whatever.” Henry could only reply as the two of them moved through the corridor. The corridor got progressively darker as they moved away from its sunlit entrance. By the time they reached the sturdy wooden door at the end of it, Henry could barely make anything out. Vorn on the other hand, finally free from the Sun, took the opportunity to remove his hood and let his silky white hair spill across his back.

Henry pushed the double doors apart and the two went past them into a poorly lit, but obviously cavernous room. A sound of a steel portcullis smashing into the rock behind them was heard and they both knew the corridor behind them was closed, thus “trapping” them inside the room. Torches and braziers were then lit along the walls and corners of the room, revealing it fully. On the far side of the room was a raised platform with a prominently displayed stone slab in the middle, surrounded by two skull-shaped stone pillars. 
To their left and right were mixed groups of skeletons and zombies, holding their weapons menacingly.  In the center was a poorly armed and armored rabble of thirty cultists blocking the way towards the staircase leading to the platform.

“Interlopers!” shouted a shadowy person right behind the slab. “You have come to defile this unholy shrine to Ygg-Amon-Ugrz, lord of darkness and master of slaughter!”
The speaker stepped forward into the light and revealed a distinctly feminine face. Her jaw was a bit on the prominent side, but the lines of her face were clean and sharp, more like the ones found on a succubus than a human. Raven black hair flowed from the top of her head and around her shoulders where it blended in with her cultist robes, contrasting the deathly paleness of her face. While her voluminous robes covered her well and hid most of her figure, they failed to conceal the outlines of her shapely breasts. 
“None may trespass along His domain and live!” she continued “Your lives will fuel His domain and curry His favor so that I, high priestess Malicia, may go to Him tonight! His greatness will...” 
“She's kinda hot. And very dramatic.” Henry interrupted and his elven fellow responded “She looks fat. But yes, excellent sense of drama.”
“She's not fat, it's just the robes.”
“IMPUDENT WORMS!” the woman shouted furiously and grabbed an unholy skull symbol from the stone altar, her eyes immediately taking on a red glow. “Strike at them, my minions!”

On her cue, the room exploded into violence as the undead stirred into motion only to be interrupted by the sudden appearance of two man-sized and roughly man-shaped lumps of rock that flashed into existence and started brutally crushing the two groups of undead into gray powder and red paste. The middle group charged at the adventurers while brandishing their spears and clubs. Henry dropped his rucksack, gripped his sword and dagger lightly and charged right back.
Vorn telekinetically picked up the bag Henry dropped, summoned a bearded devil and started inspecting the room for loot.

A grand but one sided melee broke out in the middle as Henry's sword stabbed though the cultists one by one, piercing right through their common armor. They tried to strike back, but the difference in power was far too great. His enchanted armor alone was almost enough to guarantee his safety.
Where the cultists fell, Vorn's bearded devil followed, shoving the corpses, arms armor and all, into the magic loot bag headfirst. Vorn himself used a telekinetic spell to pull valuables off the floor, ceiling and walls and then throw them in.
Malicia, meanwhile, fumed behind her master's altar “You can't get away with this! You are no match for the Master!” She lifted the unholy skull symbol and started a dread chant. Dark red light swirled around the skull and concentrated in its vile eye sockets. A great power gathered within as the chant drew to a close and then an invisible force ripped it out of her hands. She stared in shock as her most valuable possession flew through the air, across the room and into the loot bag. 

By now, Henry was done cleaning up the cultists and the rock elementals were smashing powder and paste into finer powder and paste. Vorn dismissed the elementals and moved towards one of the side corridors, signaling his devil to follow. “Most of their treasure should be in the somewhere in the back. I will return when I'm done sorting through it.”

Henry slowly made his way up the stairs “Looks like it's just you and me, high priestess. How about you surrender and we talk this over?”
“I'm not afraid of you!” she shouted and grabbed a black skull-topped mace from the altar. “And I'm not afraid of dying in His name!” With that, she charged down the stairs. To her credit, she was much better than her dead followers. The swings of her mace were tighter and more precise and the holes in her guard much less obvious. She even used her height advantage well.
Still, Henry was far too experienced and she lost all ability to hold ground when he sent her mace flying through the air with a practiced twist of his blade.
Faced with the point of his sword, she instinctively backed up a few steps before steeling her resolve and charging forward, right at it. She almost made it too, but he moved the blade away at just barely quickly enough for her to barrel right into him instead.

“OOF!”, Henry was forced to exhale violently but held his ground, dropping his sword in the process. “Woman, you're crazy.”
She tried to wrestle him down, but the momentum was already spent. He grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back “You really are eager to die, aren't you?”
“Better that I die here on His altar of death than out of his reach!”
“I thought you would have figured out by now I'm not going to kill you,” he explained and started forcing her up the stairs, towards the stone altar.
She struggled in vain “You can't convert me, my faith is strong!”

He brought her to the stone slab and pushed her onto it before rolling her on the back. This gave him an excellent view on her eyes, which were a dark shade of brown. He couldn't help but compare them to Anna's clear blue ones.

“Ah, you're right.  Allies of justice just kill villains on sight. But Vorn and me... well, our alliance with the light is pretty loose, if you know what I mean.”
“N-no. I don't know.”
“It means I just cleanse evil for fame and gold.” he explained and got rid of his leather gloves. “Now, how about we get these bulky robes off?” He immediately untied the sash holding it in place, and started undoing the clasps.
“No! You mustn’t! Stop it or you will ruin everything!”
He threw her robe open and finally got to see the body underneath. She was beautiful. And yet, he couldn't help but compare her to Anna.  Somewhere in the back of his mind, he had to admit he was still hung up on her. 

Where Anna was athletic and well toned, Malicia was lithe and graceful, but not entirely without muscle.  Combined with her pale skin displayed and contrasted on the black fabric of the robes beneath her, she looked fragile. Her breasts were slightly smaller than Anna's, but more than made up for it in shape and firmness. He immediately decided he like Malicia's better and bent down to give them a kiss. 
“Ah!” she gasped in surprise “S-stop!” she stuttered. He responded by sucking on her nipple and giving it a little twist with his teeth. She gave off some positively cute moans and squirmed. “Stop. Stop or the plan will be ruined....ah!”
Now, that got his attention. “Plan? What plan?”
“The ceremony. The ceremony! It must go through! Everything was for the ceremony.”
“I came here to stop it, not stand by while you summon demons.”
“But it must go through. It's, it's.... it's not a summoning ceremony! It's supposed to keep the demon lord from arriving as prophesied!”
“That's fine.” Henry just said and kissed her other nipple while his hand went lower, towards her belly and hips. He trailed her skin with his palm, enjoying the delicate softness of it. It was so much smoother than he was used to.

He wanted to progress further, but knew his armor would just get in the way. Henry rapidly undid the clasps holding it together and let the protective garment fall to the floor, then followed up with the padding and shirt underneath.
Now free from the armor, he kissed her breast again and started applying all those tricks Anna made him learn. He teased her nipples, tickled her sides, kissed her shoulders. Did anything he could think of to warm her up. 
She squirmed again and begged him to stop, but couldn't contain her moans of pleasure. A rosy blush made itself apparent on her cheeks, easily visible against the paleness of her skin.
Then Henry's fingers went lower, towards her crotch. He had no interest in the dark bush he found there and he quickly used one of the magic rings in his ring pouch to get rid of it while distracting Malicia with his ministrations.

Now that her crotch was clean and smooth, he proceeded with his plan and slowly inserted his fingers into her slit, looking for sensitive spots. What he found instead made his eyes shoot wide open.
“What? You... you're a virgin?”
“Yes,” she panted “I have been preparing for the ceremony for many years.”
“But you are twenty years old! At least.”
“I had to protect my purity for the ceremony.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“The ceremony,” she spoke, finally getting some control over her breath back “it needs a virgin sacrifice.”
 “Wait...” Henry said, finally putting some mental effort into collecting the dots “you were planning to sacrifice YOURSELF. Holy shit.”
“That's it. I must give my life to stop the demon lord from arriving.”

Instant boner killer. Right there. The prettiest woman he ever met, free for the taking and she was planning to kill herself? She was crazy. She was definitely crazy. He knew it was a bad idea to stick his dick into crazy but this situation was just not acceptable.
“Aw, hell no. Now I want to fuck you just to get that option off the table.”
“B-but he's strong! Really strong!”
“That's fine with me.” The part he didn't quite want to divulge is that his confidence came from Vorn more than anything else. The number of things Vorn couldn't kill was very, very low and decreasing by the week.
“And he's scary!” she shouted desperately while Henry worked on getting his pants off “Terrifying! Makes people go insane just by looking at him!”
At this point, he was starting to think more and more that she was lying. Or at least withholding something. Or maybe it was just wistful thinking on his part.
“Don't care. I'm making you mine right now.” 

His pants were finally off, but his penis still hasn't recovered to full hardness since her reveal, so he went back to pleasuring her with his hands. The feel of her firm breasts and the sound of her voice was all he needed, but he also knew had to prepare her. Penetrating a virgin was usually nasty business for the girl and he had to make sure she was soaking wet before sticking it in. Especially considering Malicia's apparently fragile constitution.
He carefully fingered her vagina, making sure to explore thoroughly and make use of every bit of her sensitivity and every scrap of knowledge from Anna's lessons. 
His efforts quickly started to pay off. The sensations were new to Malicia and she reacted strongly with loud moans and the occasional twitch, giving him the information he needed to make her climax.
“Ah... too.. too much” she tried to hold herself back at first, but the pleasure overwhelmed her quickly and Henry felt her juices gush onto his fingers. She let out a moan so long and loud it bordered on a scream while her back arched, pushing her torso into his. This in turn brought his shaft back to full hardness and he knew now was the time to put it in.

The tip of his penis spread her lips apart and pushed inwards, breaking the barrier and solving the sacrifice problem once and for all.
He proceeded slowly, giving her body and mind time to adjust to the new sensation, but also for the sake of letting himself savor the feeling.
When his dick was completely buried inside of her wonderfully tight folds, he started fucking her properly. He immediately went back to putting Anna's lessons into effect and manipulated Malicia's body with well practiced motions. 
She couldn't help but react and her already pleasure-addled voice once again started gaining intensity. Between the extended foreplay, her wonderful vagina, her voice and just the sight of her thin body convulsing in pleasure before him, he was ready to fill her up right away. Still, he held himself back, instead focusing on making her feel good.
Fortunately for his rapidly draining reserves of willpower, Malicia was generous in rewarding his efforts and quickly launched herself into a screaming, bach-arching, toe curling orgasm which gave Henry the chance to let loose himself and let his own orgasm take its course. One thrust followed into the next as pleasure and relief flowed over his body just as his cum flowed into Malicia's contracting pussy.

As the intensity of it subsided, he let himself relax half on top of her. She looked like she still needed a few minutes to recover from the afterglow, so Henry settled for enjoying her warm body against his.
Then his brain finally caught up with his dick and Henry realized he's actually in a pretty fucked up situation. Namely, laying naked at the place where the dark lord was supposed to show up. With the virgin sacrifice that was supposed to appease him.
“Uh, Malicia? About that demon lord? When did you say he would show up?”
“Never.” she responded quietly.
“So, you were going to summon him?”
She just shook her head in defeat “It was never a summoning ritual. The ceremony was supposed to send my soul to His domain where I would serve him directly and eternally.”
Then Henry saw her eyes tear up “And instead, I'm here moaning and panting like a common slut. I never deserved to perform the ceremony in the first place.”

For probably the fiftieth time in his life, Henry was reminded as to what happens when he lets the dick take over while the mind goes off for a nap. Not only did he stick his dick into crazy, but he got attached and then stuck his dick into unwilling, suicidal crazy who now hates herself. And probably him too.
“Eh, look, Malicia...” he stumbled, completely lost as to what to do now.
“That's not even my name,” she sobbed “it's just a dumb a title I gave myself to sound more important.”
“You don't need a name change to increase your worth?” he poked in the dark, hopelessly trying to cheer her up.
“I know my name won't change how worthless I am already.”
“That's not what I meant...”

Just as he was about to dig himself deeper, he was saved by a feeling of terrible danger. One doesn't survive in the rogue business without a damn good sixth sense and Henry was no exception. He sprang into action, getting off Malicia's robe, and reached to pick her up just as the first cracks appeared on the skull pillars next to the altar. He grabbed her, ignoring the yelp of surprise and ran as quickly as he could down the stairs. 
He barely got a third of the way through when the pillars cracked. He could only glance behind to see stone explode outwards, revealing another layer beneath. It was similar in that it was shaped like an elongated skull, but these skulls were black and glowed in a red light.

As Henry kept running, the light intensified into a vortex and gathered in the middle, above the stone slab. A black gaseous figure started forming in the vortex, but Henry wasn't even paying attention to it.
He was more concerned with the panicking woman in his arms.
“It's the Master! He's coming to punish me for my weakness!”
“It's alright, everything will turn out fine.” he tried to calm her down in vain.
She just kept shaking in terror and mumbling to herself “He will devour our souls and grind our bones into dust! We're doomed!”
He let her get back on her feet as carefully as his haste allowed him “Just stay back and let me handle this.”
“He is Ygg-Amon-Ugrz! No mere mortal can match the Master in the field of slaughter.”

And then Henry saw Vorn. He was at the same entrance he left the room from. “Vorn. Now, this may look kinda stupid but I could really use some help right now.”
And it did look pretty stupid. Henry, who was naked, was desperately holding onto a trembling Malicia, whose robe was open giving Vorn a perfectly good look at the cum and virginal blood slowly leaking out of her pussy and down her legs, while the demon lord gradually formed on the altar.
So, naturally, Vorn pointed out the most obvious thing in the room “I told you she's fat.”
“This isn't the time!” Henry shouted back at the wizard “Why the fuck is this happening?”
“Did you do her on the altar?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“Well, I don't know, Henry. What could possibly piss off a demon of DEATH to the point of manifesting on the material plane?”
“I don't know?”
“Life, Henry. Or, more specifically, the creation of life. Which means that your fat girlfriend is pregnant. Or, more likely, in the process of getting pregnant. That stuff takes a while. It also means she is about to get even fatter.”
“Fuck.” 
Vorn just shrugged.

“TREACHERY!”
The demon lord's booming voice exploded through the room. “Treachery! Treachery!”, echoed the skull pillars next to him.
His form was still gaseous, but a distinct outline could now be made out. Henry guessed that it would be about once and a half the size of a man if he stood up and he was mostly skeletal in appearance. His bony legs were folded into a meditative position and the entire creature floated in the air. Bits of rotten flesh still hung on the bones, but were overshadowed by the burning skull that formed the creature's head. Behind him floated a vertically rotating ring of leering skulls with glowing red eyes.

YGG-AMON-UGRZ STANDS BEFORE YOU

The demon continued and his pillars echoed every word.

YOU WHO HAVE PROMISED YOURSELF TO ME!

He screamed and pointed a bony finger at Malicia who was uncontrollably shaking in terror. The skulls followed suit and echoed.

FOR YOUR TREACHERY, YOUR SOUL IS DOOMED

“Doomed! Doomed!”

I WILL DEVOUR YOUR SOUL AND GRIND YOUR BONES INTO THE DUST!

“Dust! Dust!”

ALL WHO BELONG TO ME AND BETRAY MUST MEET THIS FATE!

“Fate! Fate!”

“She doesn't belong to you!”, Henry's voice powered over the echoing skulls.

HER SOUL IS MINE! WHO DARES?

“Dares! Dares!”

“I dare! I'm claiming her as my own and I'll fight you over it!”
The demon seemingly accepted the challenge, summoning a black scythe into his hand and unfolding his legs onto the floor.

I AM YGG-AMON-UGRZ! NO MERE MORTAL CAN MATCH ME IN THE FIELD OF SLAUGHTER!

“Slaughter! Slaughter!”

Once again, Henry found that the consequences of letting his dick take the lead were pretty fucking dire. He would normally be confident in his ability to take down a creature of this magnitude but there was one tiny detail that slipped his mind when he proclaimed the challenge. Namely the fact that he was naked and his opponent was right on top of his equipment.
His eyes searched the room in a panic for anything at all he could use.
There was Vorn who seemed perfectly content just standing there and being bored. There was Malicia who was staring at him in a mixture of horror and confusion. And then, on the floor was the skull mace she tried to bash his head in with earlier today.
Henry figured it would be good enough.

He dashed for the mace while the demon opened their duel with a set of death rays that Henry was forced to jump and duck over. By the time he got his hands on the mace, the demon blew holes in the walls and floor, readied his scythe and charged down the stairs.
Then they met in melee battle and it kinda sucked.
Henry was the quicker one by a fair margin, but that scythe was a huge weapon used by a huge skeleton. The range difference was nothing to laugh at. At the same time, the ring of skulls spun horizontally above them, laughing and leering at Henry's impending doom and also shooting off an occasional death ray at him.
As much as he wanted to get up the stairs and grab some of his tools, the demon stood right at the stairway, covering its considerable width with his massive scythe.

Ultimately, Henry decided that's he didn't really have much of a choice. He had to take the chance. And so he did, running right into the scythe's zone of control. The massive weapon shot out, but was just a tad too slow, the slash moving above Henry by a hair which gave him the chance to hit the huge skeleton in the face. Skull. Head-thing.
Either way, the scythe's downside immediately became apparent as the human got too close for the demon to get a good slash off. 
The demon tried to get some distance at first, but took a few hits in the process which made him decide to drop the scythe entirely and fight with his fists.
Then it all turned into a slugging match. Henry was quick and handed out four hits for each he took, but the demon was durable, his touch was cursed and Henry's weapon was just not up to par.
They kept at it for well over two minutes, each trying to grind down the opponent's stamina.  Ygg-Amon-Ugrz ran out first. 

By the time enough blows landed to send the giant skeleton reeling onto the floor, it didn't seem quite as intimidating to anyone involved. Except Vorn who was never intimidated by it in the first place. Fucking elves.
“YIELD!” The demon spoke. Even its voice lost that terrifying booming quality.
“I YIELD! THE WOMAN IS YOURS! NOW FINISH ME SO THAT I MAY RETURN TO THE ABYSS!” 
Henry raised the skull mace, ready to accommodate the beast's request but was interrupted by a ray of green light.
“Anchored.” Vorn interrupted and moved for the demon, his bearded devil following behind.

“WHAT IS THIS?”
“Don't tell me you can't even recognize a dimensional anchor.” 
“FUTILE! EVEN IF YOU DESTROY ME IN THIS STATE MY ESSENCE WILL RETURN AND REFORM!”
Vorn's devil followed his lord's instructions and started spreading the loot bag's opening while Vorn himself reached into his left sleeve and started pulling out a long chain, visibly inscribed with green runes.
The chain coiled like a snake and then jumped at the skeletal demon, binding him and strengthening the anchor.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
“What do you think I'm doing? Mage colleges will pay up to hundred thousand gold for a live demon lord. I'll be lucky to get forty for a shitty one like you.”
“YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME! I AM YGG-AMON-UGRZ, LORD OF DARKNESS AND MASTER OF SLAUGHTER!”
“You are loot. All loot goes into the loot bag.”
“YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!”, he struggled violently against the chains but found himself picked up by the telekinesis spell and heading skullfirst for the bag.
“Shut up and get in the bag.”
The devil held the bag spread wide while Vorn's telekinesis spell smashed into the demon in waves, forcing him deeper into the bag. Still, his bony hand somehow caught onto the edge and he desperately held on.
“YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS!”
“No, we will get paid for this.”, Vorn corrected, snatched the skull mace out of Henry's hand and smacked the skeleton's hand with it “Now get in the fucking bag!” he commanded irritably and shoved him inside with a final push of the spell. His scythe followed suit.
Then Vorn threw in the mace “And that's that. Did I forget something?”
“No, I can't think of anything.”
Then Vorn realized he did, in fact, miss something. His telekinesis spell ripped the portcullis and its mechanism out of the wall and then tore out the wooden door along with its hinges, depositing both safely into the bag. “That should be everything.”
A moment later, Vorn's teleportation spell went off and they were gone.