After Sol's quest in finding the slain knights done, he and his knights rested in the abandoned, destroyed church. The nightfall had come; and these knights, but Draven, gathered in groups.
"Ye hast done well, fellowmen. But I will tell thee this; the demons still haunt the townsfolk as what the archangel saith. These demons show not their true forms, so we know not which of the people we meet such are. It is better for us to be warned." spoke Sol.
"His Majesty? No demons haunted us here." said a knight.
"Still, we have to be aware of the hopeless circumstances we bear against demons."
"But why, His Majesty?"
"The devil uses deception and temptation in order for us humans to believe and serve him, in exchange of fame, wealth, and glory."
"So thou sayest that a great many of them sold their soul to the devil."
"Exactly, a great many indeed."
As the night had passed, they forgot something important.
"His Majesty! We have forgotten something!" exclaimed another trusted knight.
"Eh?" Sol was perplexed.
"The torches and candles! We forgot to bring them!"
"Oh my God..."
Upon hearing Sol's exclamations, they saw appearances of townsfolk roaming around the ruined church carrying the torches and candles.
"It is much more than what I saw before! Those ones in the procession!" a third knight expressed his senses.
"Are they related to the sudden killing of the fifty-sixth devotee?" asked Sol.
"I know not, His Majesty. For sure I know that the devotees carried sacred statues."
"Are they devoted to God? Or they carried statues for their own sacred cult?"
"Well, I suggest that we will follow the path of the devotees. We will see if they really put their faith in God, or they are in a mysterious cult. I have witnessed the death of the fifty-sixth devotee; and it is during their procession before."
"Alright, enough talk. We will just follow their path. Still, we know not whatsoever of their actions; but if their acts are for the devil, we have no choice but slaying them. 'Tis all according to my orders. Thou shalt not let thy guard down. Faith is what we are fighting for this time."
As they ventured to where the mysterious devotees went, on a high passage through a cliff, all but Sol knew that someone also followed them. The knights still listened to their sacred hums, as the feudal lord was perplexed to hear patterns of hums and screeches.
Later, a red blade stabbed a devotee carrying a statue, forcing him to slip on the edge and scream in agony as blood spewed from his chest.
The other devotees stopped the walk, so did Sol and his knights. Sol was the only one sensing another red blade.
"Shields!" screamed Sol, ordering the knights to defend themselves.
Later, groups of black hooded beings, crossing their arms, appeared and haunted the devotees.
"Demons!" one of the knights spoke up.
The black hooded beings unveiled their grotesque faces having sharp, thin horns at the sides of their heads, vampire teeth, sharp claws with long nails, and thorny tentacles below their cloaks.
Shadowy beings also rose from the cliff, thus surrounding both the devotees and the knights. Those beings were ghastly, hiding their true faceless forms with screams of souls heard by them.
"Oh no... what are we supposed to do?" a concerned knight asked Sol.
A devotee dropped the statue of a saint, now being broken in pieces while making the other devotees wounded on feet.
"Alright my fellowmen... step on us!" another knight said to the devotees.
"NO!" denied Sol. "I perceived something malefic to the devotees as well!"
"Pardon, sir?"
"There is a conspiracy among these devotees. Warning must be heeded!"
Other devotees just continued the parade without the helpless knights defending on their sides. Since all devotees were in hooded white cloaks, one of them, the one suffering from the red blades, unveiled his hood and saw his true identity.
"And what art thou doing?" a knight asked the unveiling devotee.
As the devotee undressed his white cloak, his bare back had a wound inscribing a pentagram, and his eyes grew blacker and gave him a more sinister look than he was before. Sol judged as he also gazed at the symbol at the devotee's back.
"A demon. A servant of Satan."
The knights prepared a cross that bore holy magic to exorcise the demons haunting both the knights and the devotees.
One of the tentacled demons suddenly interrupted their plan.
"Thou art wrong, His Majesty." contradicted the demon.
"Am I wrong? Who killed the devotees, especially the fifty-sixth one who died during their procession? Are we responsible for the death of the devotees? We are not, it wast thou who was responsible for all of this!" debated Sol.
"It wast thou who made a sinful mistake, His Majesty. Thy society is creating its own hell, the people in it and the people around it are its demons."
"Art thou serious?"
"I am telling thee the sad and painful truth ye humans know not. Like us, ye are serving Satan as well. Ye commit sins to other people around thee. And even though ye atoned for the sins ye committed, ye still did everything to satisfy the worldly allurement of all people through wealth and power, resulting in the lust and pride of every man."
"Thou art right, but it is not always like this. Just because we all committed sins, does not always mean that we also served the devil. No matter how sinful we are in the eyes of the society thou just mentioned, the Lord still loves us; and we always have our minds to decide for the right choice to do, as long as we will avoid such consequence thou just stated."
While the devotees suffering from the invasion of the demons, the knights bravely faced the ghastly demons as Sol initiated the clash.
"Now, with my allies committed to serve Him, we are ready to strike against thee!" shouted Sol.
"Be not too certain, mortal. Harboring false hope just makes thee lose a battle." replied the demon. "My name is Legion, and we are many!"
With Legion's comrades wielding the same red blades as before, both sides started the clash as the surviving devotees escaped. The other devotees injured and impaled by the red blades now turned themselves to demons, thus making Legion creating a larger army.
"They outnumbered us, and we cannot stop them through swords and shields alone." warned Sol. "Prepare thy crosses!"
As the tentacled demons threw blades as red as human blood to Sol and his knights, the army of knights ran towards them with their shields on.
"Advance!" screamed Sol, marching to Legion and his fellow demons.
Legion also summoned the same zombies and ghouls that previously attacked the maid.
"Continue!" screamed Sol.
As the knights clashed with the army of tentacled demons, shadow demons, zombies, ghouls, and the demon-corrupted devotees, Sol leaped and charged against Legion and they both dueled.
Wielding his sword, Sol cleaved the demon's body but Legion countered with his tentacles showing his chest and grabbing him, thus cutting the tentacles. As Legion threw red blades to the feudal lord, a shield was pierced by the blades, and Sol's sword deflected the other blades being thrown by the same demon.
Sol grabbed his holy cross and raised it up to cast divine light against Legion and his demons. All of the demons were blinded by the light, as the knights followed him, grabbing the crosses and raised them up. As the light faded in the cross, the tentacled demons were burned alive, the shadow demons vanishing, and the zombies and ghouls being stabbed by the swords of the knights. Fountains of blood came out from the corpses as Sol and his knights left the cliff with the surviving devotees.
The next day, Sol, who was alone in a cathedral, talked to a priest wearing a black cassock with a scarlet piping.
"Father, are they thy committed devotees, those ones in white hoods and cloaks carrying candles and saint statues?" asked the feudal lord.
"I agree on thy claims, Majesty. They are committed to God and served the church. Besides, I am also the Cardinal of this conquered empire." said the priest.
"Dost thou know the demon that killed one of them?"
"Ah, that demon, in the guise of a possessed, corrupted man with a scar at his face. He wielded a longsword, wore a black hooded cloak, and concealed his face but his demonic eyes."
"And dost thou know his story, even in brief?"
"Nick. It is his name. He is one of the Devil's most trusted knights of Hell. Like him, Nick is also called as the Prince of Darkness. His accursed sword, Gehenna, tasteth blood from the slain mortals, and is fueled by the souls of the damned. He is actually a cambion, a being born from the union of a human and a demon. With his rational thinking and judgement as a human, and his sin and callousness as a demon, Nick can slay countless numbers of angels and men who crossed his path."
"So thou sayest that Nick killed the fifty-sixth devotee in their procession?"
"If thy knights claimed that he was a demon in a hooded cloak, then Nick might haunt thee as well. The Archangel Gabriel warned thee about Satan's invasion in this human world, am I right? The devil corrupted the society, tempting the people to believe in his lies. As a result, chaos emerges this world. To face thy demons, Majesty, thou must need guidance from the Lord our God, even to the people thou hast trust with. Thou shalt not let thy guard down."
"Yes, Father. I will do everything to the Lord in His accord."