The demonraiser let out a chuckle. “Always so thorough, aren’t you, Brother Jameis?” he said. “I should have realized earlier that you suspected something.” His smile turned vicious, and he looked back at the Aged One. “You’ll look after Vilodiyn for me, won’t you? Make sure he doesn’t… stray?”

          The Aged One scowled darkly. “He won’t,” he said. “Power such as yours is not passed from father to son. He will not inherit your taint.”

          “Ah,” said the demonraiser. “Again, such surety! Admirable—if poorly grounded.”

          “Enough,” growled the Aged One. “Let’s get this over with.”

          The demonraiser only laughed as the flames consumed his body.