[Suzerain of Sheol]

Ignoring the activity behind him, Kasdeja walks up to where the others stand facing the man on the cross. Crossing his arms, the dripping heart still held in hand, he scrutinizes Innon, staring into his mind as though he were perfectly welcome within.

"You dwelt in Paradise." Not a question. "Tell me, did you know my father?" His child's giggle escapes with the last word, making his words utterly threatening. "Of course, you don't know that. But we're going to find out the answer, you and I." Gesturing dismissively with the heart, sending a globule of dark blood flying to spatter on Feenai's arm. "Take him down," he says disinterestedly.

* * *

Halfway between the cross and priest's body, Shealtiel is unsure of which to give his attention. But then Na'lsa makes his decision for him, rushing past to partake of the fallen servant of God.

Seeing the awful light erupt an instant before the demon notices, he bellows an inarticulate warning, stumbling nearer. Then the priest is moving and things progress to quickly to act.

Looking upon the appalling sight of the demon dissolved, of Mithaias unveiled, Shealtiel's instincts return and he opens himself to the power of Sheol. It comes crushing into him on a wave of frigid delight. Fulligin spews from his eyes, black lightning crackling between his fingers.

Only... he is unsure who his foe is.