[Suzerain of Sheol]

As his teeth sink into the priest's flesh, lost in a euphoria of devouring, Na'lsa is taken aback when the old man's hand shoots up with terrifying strength to clutch him about the throat. From the hideous wound in his chest, a dazzling white-gold light shines like a second, spiritual heart, and bone-colored smoke pours from Mithaias' eyes.

With almost casual ease, he rises to his feet, hefting the demon by one hand until his feet leave the ground.

"I am the vessel of the LORD!" he intones in a voice of thunder. "and HE provides!" The light burgeons, becoming blinding, and his grip tightens...