Rite of Belzenlok
The four Cleric tokens aren't bystanders waiting for the Demon to arrive; they're the fuel the Demon eats. That's the elegant bit of accounting buried in this Saga. Chapters I and II each stock two 0/1 bodies, and chapter III hands over a 6/6 flier whose upkeep tax demands a creature sacrifice or 6 damage to your own face. Read straight through, the setup is self-sustaining for a handful of upkeeps: the Clerics made earlier feed the Demon made later. But the enchantment is gone the turn its final chapter resolves, and it's the Demon that stays behind and becomes a clock pointed at its own controller once the fodder runs dry. That conversion of disposable chump bodies into upkeep payments is why this reads as a build-around rather than a four-mana finisher. The Demon wants a deck already manufacturing creatures to throw away, where its appetite is a feature: an aristocrats shell turns each forced sacrifice into a drain trigger, and a token engine keeps the tax painless. Strip that support away and you've signed a contract to take 6 damage a turn from your own bomb. The flavor tracks the math precisely, a demonic pact where the price comes due whether or not you've prepared to pay it, and the Saga frame makes the bargain literal: three chapters of escalating commitment, then a summoned creditor that outlives the contract that conjured it.
