drelrei held the soul cleaver aloft in his cloven hand , while junisia closed the handheld iron maiden with her own , gripping its still-cooling sable exterior by a handle betwixt its hinges thusly armed and reborn , their love renewed , their identity regained , the tantradox was prepared for one ultimate battle with the necrodelic and the oneirophage , one final crusade for vengeance and victory , one more armageddon in the seemingly endless procession of armageddons in the apocalyptic demon war , with eternal damnation hanging in the balance and the jh'a'vyraa the lone prize .