DeStiy spoke first, his words falling unanswered amongst cold teacups and silence.
"The demons are waiting. Demons! Or the evil that inhabits this place. I don't know which." He coughed hard, his face reddening, veins standing out on his forehead like claw marks. "Yesyesyes! I admit! I don't know which. Demons. Dead. Undead. He hasn't seen fit to tell me yet. Not yet." His eyes lit up. "You see, He hasn't rejected me. It's a test, you see. And I've passed! I still believe! In Him, in His infernal power. And- yes!- He tested me! He still believes! In me!"