The final ritual took place in the ruins of the old cathedral, where the Veil had been born. Lucas, half-man, half-demon, stood before the last Elders.
"You could rule, you know," one rasped. "Become godlike."
Lucas looked at the altar where his mother had died.
"I came to end you. Not to replace you."
Malgros roared inside. "Then we burn together."
Lucas smiled. "So be it."
The fire consumed the cathedral, the cult, and the pact.
But some say on stormy nights, a figure walks Eastbridge's rooftops, cloaked in smoke and vengeance.
And demons fear his name.