Upon arriving back 'home', and after sharing some quips with Atticus. Henry had vacated the premises. He had to do it before Veti and the others returned or he would not be given the chance. Besides, a part of him wanted nothing to do with the scene. It would only serve to remind him of his own loss all those years ago. And right now, he needed a clear mind.

 Themsen was close, and that meant he needed to speak to some of its denizens. He needed information, a leg up in this terrible and increasingly dire situation. As he passed Cornelius he simply waved at the living rubber ducky before ducking out into the night. He didn't tell anyone, Atticus would like know either way and the Siren wasn't needed at the moment. This was calculated and logical progression based upon what had turned into completely rational fear. Ragnarök was looming, like a sharp knife made pendelum over their heads. The devestating, Norse equivalent of Armageddon. The awkening of the wolf, Fenris and the emergence of the great serpent; Jugumandir or as he calls it “Midgårds Ormen”. There was so many questions; Why now? How could the Lupus Naturue be so incredibly foolish as to deal with the Lady of Ice, how were they going to achieve this. While the others prepared to greet the returned Max, for he had no doubt they would succeed, Henry stood at the edge of the river. He sighed, took a deep breath and dived into it. 

The currents were strong, but they avoided him, pushed around him as to not obstruct him. He swam until he found a large rock that jutted up like a angry, broken tooth in the water. Sitting on the edge he produced his violin. This was not the black and white, elegant affair of a instrument that he had used a year ago. This one was red like a devils hide, its neck had a mouth full of teeth that at the moment he started playing, bit down onto his wrist. He could not use his powers without care, or the Lady would no doubt swoop down on him in a instant. Gods only knew what kind of power she had accrued the past years. So demonic magic had to taint his for a moment, work as a mask. The music was strange and warped, yet the magic of his talents still could the spirits nearby to him. And there she stood once more. A hag in green. Only she was young, gorgous and not at all the dried up husk she had been before.

“You are a brave man, or a foolish one.” She spoke, voice all haughty. Her body language was nothing but desire, one didn't have to strain themselves to guess that she had traded his blood for restoration of her power and glory. So incredibly vapid and petty. Henry felt disgust rise up his very being. And seeing the result of his sacrifice made him snap, something flipped. If this was all he had been worth to the fellow spirit, well he was not going hold back.

“I am both. And I am something else hag.” He said as he put the violin to his shoulder. His eyes cold as the glaciers that once encapsuled this planet. His tone remarkably harsh and unpleasant for once.

“What little broken nack, would that be.” Jenny taunted back at him. Showing that row of green, shining teeth. Like a million tiny needles they distorted her visage to one of terror and death. She didn't fear him, he could tell. Normally, henry would be fighting a uphill battle. But not tonight, he had a secret weapon against the hag. Henry didn't flinch when the demonic violin bit down at his wrist and drank from his blood. It surged with power, and the Siren seemingly lit up like a bonfire with malevolent, angry magic of darkest kind. A human using it, would find a demon or worse waiting for them. But a being like Henry could use it freely, a effect the maker surely had not considered. A potent tool indeed.

“I am angry. And I am vengefull.” Henry said, his voice a angry, crushing river in comparison to the gentle tones his friends favored. And as the first tone of music sang out from the infernal instrument, Jenny suddenly realized she was in danger. She began to weave magic of her own but to late. The magic of the Näck and his terrible violin wrapped around the throat of Jenny in a second, her eyes shot up wide. She struggled and flailed, for even if she had been restored, and was in her own realm of power. The magic attacking her was not Fey. It was demonic, the violin catching her completely by surprise. Henry had seen Atticus completely bypass the Sirens in the cave with his demonic charm and It had given him the realization that he did indeed have a ace or two up his sleeve. 

“I'm sending a message to all that call the Lady their queen. I am done running and I will spare no one.” He spoke before the song ended, and Jenny fell to her knees a bloody mess. Eyes rolled back into her skull her newfound power left her body in a instant as she turned into putrid water, and like a true river spirit, Henry soaked it up from the water around him. As Henry left the river, he felt somewhat cathartic. It was a scary feeling, taking solace in the slaughter of a another being. But at least he could tell himself that she deserved it. With his dirty deed done, a slight avenged and with a sense of newfound purpose, he returned to the others.

They were back. Max was there. Then Thad finally decided to break the shackles that was the 'Mask' of Max and he took Veti with her like they were newly weds. Henry liked Thad a whole lot more then Max, he would like to discuss with the boy in length later. But for now, he steered his steps away from them, towards atticus. He made no attempt to hide the marks the violin had left on his wrist. Angry teeth marks in red against his pale complexion. 

“I apologice for my brief absence. But I had business to handle.” He spoke with a smile that was both genuine and happy. Catharsis indeed. “Later, I will have to speak to you, but I see you have..” He glanced at Siya with a grin. “I see you have some personal make ou- I mean make up time to take care off. Just don't break any beds. Cornelius will be furius” He laughed and passed them. He steered his feet towards Daisy, not breaking his stride. He stopped, pondered for a second then produced a dog treat for the 'little' dog. 

“Why the long face Daisy. You have removed the most stubborn of zits from the face of death.” He said, clearly reffering to Max. His eyes were bright, he himself was obnoxiusly pleased with himself from the look of it. “I know a whole bunch of terrible movies, where they keep the best booze and have some stories and drinks to share from my time in Brazil.” He grinned at her, his voice that pleasant calming tone.

“How about we indulge in some bad taste and bitch about the others.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “I know you want to.”