"It matters not if I must end their kind on my sword one by one," Henry viciously states as he tugs the straps of his cuisses tight and buckles them, "I will not suffer their foul presence to continue!"

If one preyed on his weakness, tempted him to the edge of ruin -- o God, forgive him the ignominy he has done Iamarl's memory -- then others no doubt prey on the vulnerabilities of the people he and Maketh have sworn to protect. Only when the demons are gone will everyone be safe. There can be no respite until the demonic threat is crushed.