Once a noble man a baron brother of the king himself. Visited the witches on a dark dark night. He asked assist to gain the throne. He sold his soul to win a fight. The days getting short and nights getting colder.
Winter has come, the sun is too weak.
The forcees of night are now growing stronger. Searching for souls for men blind with greed. Three witchees stand in a circle of evil. Tongues speaking words old and unknown. Call for a demon to serve in their dark spell.