Alastor raised a bemused eyebrow. "I've been in Hell for ninety years, Your Highness. I should think by now I'd have learned a bit about that. But to answer your question, my magic is neither purely demonic nor purely holy. Which loa that deigns to answer any request for assistance will tip the balance, but overall my powers are as neutral as the void."

His eyes carefully studied the wounds, so focused on his task that he ignored the silent drama currently going on.

"Though interesting that you should bring up holy energy. I can practically taste a lingering tang of it from these. These were inflicted by a holy blade or at least one with holy steel incorporated into it, weren't they?" He leaned in close to study the cuts. "These aren't from a fight; too precise. Prince Stolas, what have you been up to?"