The nature of power

These last few weeks have left little time to chronicle my thoughts. The nightmares continue to haunt me. We’ve achieved the goal we sought but at the cost of our most valued party member. Renaldine, for some unknown reason at the last moment fled back through the portal to hell. We could hear a few quick steps before the portal collapsed. One can only assume that she intentionally trapped her self in hell or met a rapid demise after heading back through. I have this unusual sense of loss and hurt in my chest.
 
In my weakness and rage, I gave in to Jixtus… I’m am bound to the demon now. It’s influence has changed me, I can feel it. Jixtus has bestowed upon me a dark power that easily matches and even surpasses my own in ways. In any case, the cost my weakness and the nature of this power is yet to be determined. Cruzzick was aware of my circumstances and let on to it in our confrontation. I did the only I could to protect myself and the party. I killed him. The party also has yet to confront me about what was mentioned.
 
This has been an amazing journey thus far. Depending on the parties reaction to my circumstance, this unexpectedly enjoyable time in my life may have already come to an end. I can do nothing but continue forward and see where the path goes next.