The Orthon demon sat upon his throne, a heavy sigh escaping his chest. The song that tortured him for a century or so had droned on, seemingly forever. "Curse that Raphael. I cannot find the last Justiciar, and this blasted contract keeps me here!" His muscles bulged as he tightened his grip on the heavy crossbow he had, looking about the ruined place that he had destroyed almost every follower of Shar. His minions shuffled along, ever searching for the last, to end his agony and this contract.