Chrommed felt Belial's vile touch, like tendrils of corruption the tentacles crawled tantalizing along the region of his skin. He had tracked it down to its layer deep within the city of Caldeum. Now as he stood within the entrance of its lair he could sense its frustration, unable to overcome his own desire it was now assaulting him with a fury of a demon on heat. At each turn it had tested the barriers of his willpower, and now it assaulted them in earnest.

The mental battled seemed like hours, but in truth no more than a few minutes had passed in the world. His mental inhibitions were weakening, and as the demon felt his barriers breaking its assault only grew in intensity. Suddenly his will gave out, and the demon hungrily poured itself into him ready to fill in sinful doubts and pleasures. Chrommed's mind was in complete wrongful ecstacy, until it finally burned with a lust of a pure animal. As Chrommed kneeled in submission for the demon, he dutifully tempered his spear, no longer caring of the world but caught up in the moment.