Holland hands were cuffed behind him as he sat on the floor of his cell a broken man. He had told Kell he wanted a public execution luring Osaron to posess him for a second time and then trapping him with magic so they could kill the Demon. It would be his sacrifice he'd finally do the right thing. A woman stepped infront of his cell melting into the shadows too hard for the guards to see. His love had come to say goodbye. "You're a fool Holland", her gaze was hurt. "I know", he whispered.