Maledict exhaled loudly. It had been so long since he'd heard his original name, that he wondered for a moment who he should be to the boy crying over his dead friend.
But no... he was Maledict. He had a duty to demonkind. One that necessitated having contingencies, even for his own son... Hence the mercenary, Lucifer. Janice's old lover had proved his usefulness... He would have to do something about the man's lost arm.
"I've made up my mind, Son... Kir." The Duke of Heresy approached his son, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "You are coming home."
When no answer came, Maledict stepped lightly around his son.
Kir's eyes were closed. In manasight, something was happening. Something to do with the trio of etched discs that had accumulated on his forehead...
He was unconscious.
Maledict reached, aiming to scrape one with his claw "What is-"