The Cursed Metal

Age after age, demons strive to break into human souls from the grey Void, in which nothing has ever happened and nothing ever will. Exorcists and executors save the souls of the possessed through prayer and fire, casting the unclean back into the emptiness that spawned them.

So it has been since the very creation of the world, and so it was to be until the end of days.

But a man appeared who could command demons as though they were his own vassals. And a new heresy spread like plague across the cities. And the possessed rose up under the banners of an apostate monarch. And old treaties and oaths were forgotten, and the air smelled of great war. A war in which poison and daggers would matter no less than armies and fortress walls. A war of all against all.

What, you may ask, does Sebastian Mart have to do with any of this?

He should never have taken up the casting out of demons — that is all there is to it.