To fight fire with fire.

One would have assumed to combat demon would be with holy water.

Not this man though.

Born from the ashes of a wrecked home.

This man, my brother would use cleansing fire.

And his solution was easy.

Straight forward.

Even.

To get even.

To face these demons head on.

With bottles of embers that explode on contact.

He would burn out every impurity.

And try to salvage what remained.

Though his methods were questionable at best.

You couldn't argue with his results.

He got shit done.

Without this key player in the fight.

For our salvation.

We would have been torn asunder.

Like a good sauder he kept our family connected.

He kept spirits high when he was younger.

Now older and wiser he seeks to rid us of these insufferable beasts.

Tireless and ever vigilant. He strives for the impossible.

To burn down to ashes those that seek us harm.

What would we have done.

Without...

An Arsonist.