Bal'Tazor gleefully followed the tracks of the supply wagon with high hopes that it was being lead to some town with low defenses, but high population. That would be the dream if that would ever happen, but for a demon like Bal'Tazor, nothing really went right for it as the world didn't really like its kind rampaging through the unsoiled land. However, Bal'Tazor knew one thing was coming from these tracks, and it was that this would lead the demon to something great and make this monster even more powerful than the current moment. As Bal'Tazor was stomping through the lush grass of the land, it was reminding itself of the great times that this demon used to have as Bal'Tazor was the last of the four greater demons in the physical realm and was able to do whatever it pleased, like eat dozens of diseased corpses and spit the crushed bones at the puny humans surrounding the disgusting beast. Bal'Tazor chuckled at the thought only to upchuck some slimy black mucus from somewhere in its body. The disgusting slob left the remaining mucus covering its mouth and kept smiling at the thought of causing some disease.

It didn't take long for beast to finally view the outskirts of the town, it seemed some village folk were ready for Bal'Tazor to attack their village, but it could smell the fear coursing through their veins. The great demon soon hefted its axe and rested the pestilent weapon upon the leathery shoulder. "Blisters, fevers, seeping sores. From those wounds your fester pours!" sang out through the rotted vocal chords of Bal'Tazor, it was a habit made by Bal'Tazor every time the demon would ever battle something, even the smallest villager that dares challenge the mighty Bal'Tazor. It sliced its great weapon onto the farmland, making the area of crops instantly wither and rot due to the pus entering the soil and the monster soon started to head for the mob of villagers, the axe dragging through the earth making a ear shattering noise. The villagers were clearly disheartened by the size and ugliness of the monster, however, something struck Bal'Tazor as the monster sniffed something... It smelled something quite, delightful. It was something that smelled old, but still as powerful as itself, and it was something that smelled foul. Bal'Tazor turned its pudgy head towards the villagers and the mighty beast projectiled vomited upon most of the mob, making sure that they would be too weak to leave this village, but the disease was too weak to actually kill humans on the spot like it used too. Bal'Tazor turned to the glorious scent and started to breath heavily as it had found a path which smelled similar, but was much weaker compared to the actual thing emitting the disgusting smell. Bal'Tazor started to lumber towards the direction of the smell, leaving the sickened villagers to fall upon the floor and the remaining healthy to decide weather to leave their sicken love ones, or take care of them with the possibility of both the Snatchers or Bal'Tazor coming back. 

These slow legs have been walking for hours and sadly Bal'Tazor had nothing to eat making it rather weak and tired, but the scent of the new disease kept the monster going at full speed. The monstrous footsteps started to shake a nearby trench as Bal'Tazor was getting closer and closer with the scent getting stronger and stronger. The greater demon soon realized the scent was coming from some nearby ditch, what was this thing creating such a foul stench? Bal'Tazor started to slow itself down to a stop near the ditch and struck the ground with its massive weapon, making sure the axe would stay there. The demon was excited, bile and blood was streaming out of its open wounds and the intestines bulging out of its stomach was starting to quiver with anticipation. Bal'Tazor soon looked down upon the hole with a large smile, making insects living inside of the mouth fall out and squirm around the dead bodies of slaves and masters. Bal'Tazor soon looked upon the only sentient being inside of the hole and said to the Progenitor, "Hello, my child."