[Suzerain of Sheol]

"Oh! Ohoho, monsieur! It seems I was gravely mistaken. We are not forsaken, after all! The Devil lurks even as the shadow to this light of God called the Grail! Behold!"

La Voisin holds out her now empty hand, reaching, and the card levitates free of Isaac's grasp, hovering in the air between them, where it bursts into flame. Burning the fabric of reality itself, the fire spreads into a churning gateway, flames describing utter nothingness at its center.

And in the depths of that nothingness, three pairs of infernal eyes stare back, growing nearer. Nearer, until the shapes of unearthly things can be discerned, prowling toward the gate, sometimes loping on four legs, sometimes striding like kings on two, bodies made of horns and thorns, impossibly-hinged jaws drooling lightning that coruscates in rings down their inhumanly-articulate limbs.

They step through, and they make no sound, merely writhe in mind-bending motions, arraying themselves around their newfound master.

"See! A token of blessing from our Infernal Lord. Each of these fiends is near in strength to a Servant. Such powerful weapons at our disposal!"

And again, the laughter.